The rain is the tears I've needed to cry when I ran out.
The weather stole my tears.
It's trying its best to help let out the load.
But how can I let it take the burden.
Its all too much.
I can't hear a sound.
For the thoughts in my head are loud too loud.
The Rain won't make it any better.
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Poems For Life
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