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Poetry

This is the story of a person who rambles on about what they believe to be nothing but what they know is their entire existence

It's Raining

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by Weed_Eater

by Weed_Eater

It's raining outside
I'm not afraid
Of what might look through the blinds

It's quiet in the hall
And I'm afraid
If what might look through the crack
In my door

What is there
Can't i close it?
A sliver of dark space is enough
For everything to fit

Can i wait again for it to be bright?
For now
I'll listen to the rain
That's getting stronger
And better

Be louder
Be loud
I am more afraid of inside than out
Be louder
Be loud

I like it outside
It's raining outside