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Jul 2015
I lay in bed
listening to rain
I try to breathe
but the air isn't there.

I lay in bed
and I ponder on the rain
what it means
and how it feels

I remember God then.
The people He sent me
who taught me the beauty of rain and helped me see the renewal

I lay in bed
listening to the rain
begining to breathe again
giving thanks for sending away this pain
Thank you for showing me the beauty of rain. I hated it before I met you
Speen Cough
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Speen Cough  The Ville
(The Ville)   
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   Makenzie Marie
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