This is the land of the eternal sad rainy day. It never stops sinking in. It never stops beating down on you. Drop. By. Drop.

It’s like stubbornly listening to a depressing song on repeat mode.

Too much moisture swells up feelings, to the point of bursting. Huge bubbles of soggy emotional air.

All the water flooding the streets ends up draining into my brains, soaking every thought with your last words. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you.

Huge blankets of thick fog cover everything, lowering the sky and turning it into a suffocating milky ceiling to the world, leaving me specially alone, in a place with no echo.

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