Sometimes I really think people are like passing clouds. They get blown by wind and somehow come into your piece of sky. Affecting you in many ways. Sometimes, blocking the sun for you, sometimes, pouring down on you, sometimes just there in the sky and you know you can look to them whenever, wherever. But there are times when clouds aren't just clouds, they turn into rain pouring down on you. That's when they make you sick, make you feel like all hope's gone, like there'd never be another day with sunshine. Truly, after the rain, there might be a rainbow. But how many of these rainbows actually come true. Just like how beautiful promises are made, they are there just for a moment and it seemed so impossible that it can come true, but it did, just for maybe that few moments. After that, it's gone. And then they turn back into clouds waiting for the next thing to happen. Perhaps, as me, those times when they bring me rainbows and blocking the sun for me are the times i wished it'd never pass, but they are clouds after all, one day they will be gone. Then again, even if you're gone, the clouds will still float and rain will still rain, the sun will still shine, nothing changes.

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