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 Oct 2013 Brooke Todd
jess
why do i cry
why does it hurt so much
why do you criticize me
why do you judge me
why cant you just leave me alone
why cant you get out
You are my umbrella
when the skies turn gray
and the rain drops attack
in packs from the heavens above.

You are my umbrella
that protects me from
each problem that is a raindrop.

You are my umbrella
that keeps me dry
and lets no harm come my way.

You are my umbrella,
but you are also the rain.

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