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I tied myself
To this sand castle filled with thorns

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he simply stood there, in the pouring rain, staring up at the vast heavens. the never- ending torrent of water flowed down his face and dripped onto his glasses lens, small crystalline grey orbs of liquid resting on the glass surface. his messy hair shone with the light of the reflective raindrops, framing his face with a glowing halo. the schoolbag he held was slung lazily over one shoulder, his school uniform drenched with the rain and wet with his tears.

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