I want to stand under gloomy clouds and let the rain wash away my old skin. I want to feel each piercing drop of cold, cold water hit my face and send ripples through me. I want to be drenched and freezing. And I want to scream, scream at the top of my lungs and not regret a second of it. I can feel the intensity coming back, the connection. And it makes me so happy.
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