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as a kid,
i wished it would rain every day
i loved feeling the raindrops on my shoulders,
having them run down my arms
leaving a trail of goose nips
jumping in the puddles
having muddy shoes.
but now as i’ve grown up,
my wish has come true,
it does rain every day.
yet,
now the raindrops sink into my skin
and settle in my stomach,
leaving it heavy.
the mud settling as a suffocating clump
right in the center of my throat.
the puddles i used to jump in,
are deep, and are only keep getting deeper
i can feel the muddy water rising over my mouth,
my nose,
my eyes.
and i’m drowning, with no way out.
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the poems from the heart.
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