Dream girl

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It's the sad, lonely kind of rain. The kind that falls and falls,not for joy but for lament. Rain that you watch and listen to instead of music, the kind that says it's getting colder and makes me cry to hear. It embodies a person, laying next to me crying and I can see it and hear it but I cannot help it. I can only see, not console.  The beautiful girl is so alone now, turning into a stranger, drunk into a personality that is not hers. It's teasing of the darkest sort - no joy in it at all, simply malnipulation. She can't help what she needs and he can't help what he wants. A trade - a bitter, angry trade resulting in nothing but needs met.  Happiness is an illusion for the weak, and she can't help it's unnatainibility.  All she needs is a place, is someone to be there when it's dark and there's nothing but a car full of gas and nowhere to go. Bored, maybe, but mostly wishing she could sleep somewhere that wasn't her car. A sixteen year old shouldn't have to worry where she stays the night, shouldn't have to wonder where to go from here. Parked outside a dark stadium, waiting. She can't help that she's only looking for trouble.2

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Rain. Cold, helpless, numb, blank. She couldn't feel anything but the roughness of his stubble but she sure could act. She was her mother's daughter after all. He doesn't look in her eyes and she doesn't give a damn. She ignores the jeers, a few drunks leaving the bar too late.He doesn't know how old she is and she isn't in the honest mood. Apparently they're kissing but all she can feel is the loss. The intense pain that something is very wrong. She's a virgin. This is important.4

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This is important. She is me. 6

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