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I wish I can be normal like the others.
But I'll never be.
I'm too much work.
No one has time to care for me.
Everyone who gets close will leave me.
Eventually…
No one has time to get to know me better.
The rain knows me well.
It and I are friends.
Its thunder matches the pain of my heartaches,
Its water matches the dance of my tears.
No one has time to love me.
But the rain does.



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