Rain

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Troubles come
Beating like a hailstorm upon my soul
Hitting so hard
Leaving me dented
Misshapen
Never to be the same again
Then the next one hits
Leaving me no time to heal
It too leaves its own dent
Each stone takes someone close
Each stone leaves one less person
Until only I am left
Alone
But soon I will be gone, too
Never to be seen again

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