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The storm within

My Pain is like a thunderstorm,
So serious and loud,
All my tears rush,
From a dark gray cloud.

I see others’ pain,

Conceited not I,
But my tears keep falling,
From this dark blue sky.

Crying for reality,
And not these crazy dreams,
Their falling harder now,
In painful but serious streams.

When will it be over?
How is it not?
I don’t understand,
Please take these tears I’ve got.





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