Rain Drops on My Head

I'm Patricia, and here you'll find things on life, the world, people, relationships, and why the rain falls down. Most of it will be stories or babbling brooks or flotsam and junk I find floating around. Feel free to comment and critique.

You see, he helps me smile. Even when I should not be, and people probably wonder why I have such a stupid face sometimes when I should be this or that. I even smile when he is not here. But they do not know that I am everything, and that I really am this or that but more of. He never takes away.

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