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The leaves fell, as the rain constantly pitter-pattered against the window.

My mind tried to erase every memory, every thought.



Nothing seemed to matter

But the stillness, the seclusion, and the rain tapping against the window

My mind and my heart went a mile a minute, the tapping stopped.

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I could hear the faint memories of your voice playing over and over in my head,

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Like rain, echoes of you screamed within me. The stillness embraced the trees,

I tried embracing you.

Nothing seemed to work

The tapping seemed to be the only noise keeping your voice away.

And it stopped.

                        We stopped.



While the wind whistled between the tree branches,

I lay awake, listening for the rain tapping against the window.