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One thing about the rain It's not just water nor droplets But bullets of different emotions A match stick that burns your soul In a deep, vague coldness Some found happiness from it I once did And some did find something They did not want nor expect But a thing about the rain You will always find something It will always give you a thing Even if you're not aware And when you're not aware Let me tell you that it's the rain A thing about the rain It's a door that leads to places you once went It opens widely for a rent More than being water, it is a memory Although you cannot tell If it is the same place You once longed to be We cannot say that the door is safe Nor is it free Some were trapped Some managed to escape Some managed to smile And I managed to fear I fear that rain would prolong and Would bear a fruit But it didn't It just plucked up a great root How wonderful the rain could be How it crashed to ground a resilient tree How one could change with a single memory And how rain triggers my anxiety
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Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
One Thing About The Rain
One thing about the rain It's not just water nor droplets But bullets of different emotions A match stick that burns your soul In a deep, vague coldness Some found happiness from it I once did And some did find something They did not want nor expect But a thing about the rain You will always find something It will always give you a thing Even if you're not aware And when you're not aware Let me tell you that it's the rain A thing about the rain It's a door that leads to places you once went It opens widely for a rent More than being water, it is a memory Although you cannot tell If it is the same place You once longed to be We cannot say that the door is safe Nor is it free Some were trapped Some managed to escape Some managed to smile And I managed to fear I fear that rain would prolong and Would bear a fruit But it didn't It just plucked up a great root How wonderful the rain could be How it crashed to ground a resilient tree How one could change with a single memory And how rain triggers my anxiety
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Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
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