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"It's raining, it's pouring,
Her eyes have gotten stormy.
She's holding in her breath as she grabs the knife.
It's raining, it's pouring,
She lies awake until the morning,
Her thoughts holding her captive,
Until she gives in to the panic.
It's raining, it's pouring,
Her anger leaves her boiling
She tries to hold it all together,
Afterall she must be better...
But it's raining, it's pouring."
- Novice_Key
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Hidden Reality: A collection of poems
PoetryWARNING: THESE POEMS MAY INCLUDE TRIGGERING TOPICS RELATING TO MENTAL ILLNESS Just some poems. I tend to write poems about my personal issues-so I can understand why you might not want to read them. However, if you want to relate, you can possibly d...
