Standing there in the pouring rain,
standing here to let the pain wash away, where I stand there is no start nor an end,
here there is no friend or an enemy,
standing here with lies and hatred in my head,
hoping that what tears couldn't heal, the rain will,
I've been here for only a min, at least that's what my head says,
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Poetry
ПоэзияThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
