February 20, 2011
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A single drop fell on her hand.
Stained by pain,loss,hurt, and inner distruction.
But that one drop was like her whole life.
Falling,spiralling downward until it finally shatters like broken glass against a bony heartless surface.
The drops continue to fall then shatter along her body, showing the same outcome for so many other people's life.
And then suddenly the drops stop falling, saving the other fortunate life of others.
The rain, has gone.

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