The Blue After the Rain
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All life has inherent value-
but if a value of a human life is purpose,
what happens to those without one?
Under the falling rain, close your eyes.
Let the relentless torrent wash away everything.
Let your entire self melt away like sugar.
And be left in awe at the blue after the rain.
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