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Soaking Rain 

I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
So what’s soaking inside can escape the restrain,
Of what’s coaxing my eyes to reveal…
What drenches me wrapped in a breeze with the wind,
Then mixes with tears on my cheek,
As passersby stop and then stare to pretend,
That the drops are just rain at my feet…
So heavy it falls so I lower my head,
And barely can catch all my breath,
Preventing my lungs what they need to be fed,
Convincing my heart to beat less...
As it muffles the sound of what comes in my ears,
The rhythmic torn splashes of ground,
Lay silence to suffering coupled with fears,
The second that no one’s around…
I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
Praying my life has left something to gain,
And soaking my heart till it heals…

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