Promised

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Rain, rain

Please just stay

Disguise the tears that stain my face

I can't be caught seeming so weak

They'll push me off the highest peak

I'll land on my back, struggling to breath

Lay right there, with a flower wreath

Tucked in between my hands as I

Feel myself begin to die

Maybe that's what I needed all along

But I promised Mom I would stay strong.

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