Writings -- Untitled Eleven
Approximate age: 16-17
The rain is pouring on my head. The hard sidewalk is making my heels click. I am cold and wet. The water has soaked clean through to my skin. I am rubbing my hands to keep them warm. They are calloused and dry. A dog is running past me. I reach down to pat him. He is also very wet. I can feel him shiver. He whines and runs off. I still have a long way to go.
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