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March 21, 2018

The crystal water droplets hit the ground,

through the cool clear glass, I watch the rain fall,

the gray veil offers me a peaceful sound;

the rain is a blanket that covers all.

 

Each droplet is a tear that I have cried

and the puddles are collections of tears.

Every time I painted my mask, I lied,

for I finally succumbed to my fears.

 

But thunder and lightning come with the storm,

harshly ripping me till I'm skinned.

I am alone, with no place to be warm;

I can only observe the whistling wind.

 

I am trapped in a war, day after day.

It's a whirlwind and I am swept away.






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