I'm sitting in the rain thinking when I can be the person i wanted to be. I see people laughing and playing jumping in puddles why I'm feeling so sad as can be. Rain falls into the gutters like my heart as broken and soft as feathers. What should I do when should I be as strong as the bees to run away from the rain. The tears down my face join the rain on the ground. Watching as everyone is laughing aloud. The leaves and it's veins are soaking the rain. Like my veins are soaking the pain. The blood in my body drips like the rain and falls to the gutter all through the town. To the ocean all around. 
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