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I sit in the rain crying tears that show my brokenness. That wash away the layers that hide the pain and sorrow. The drops of the sky's tears fall against my closed eyes allowing me to forget the damming pain in my wrist. The rain falls like the agony lacing my life, slow and deeply connected to my small writhing worthless life. I glance up at a flash of hope against the storm clouds that are my life. Then it leaves again and I watch myself cripple into a death caused from the lashes against my skin.
