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A Drizzle

Deeper and Deeper I sink.
When nothing becomes something, you know something's wrong.
The moment you decide to take a stand,
Something new hits.
It wears you down.
Like rain drops on the ground.
You feel every one of them.
Their imprints stay too long.
The dirt that it displaces
Can never return to its natural shape.





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