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Oct 2015
the sound of raindrops soothe my overactive mind
every drop calms my nerves the way cigarettes calms a smoker's
serenity and zen runs through my mind
but then i see a man that crossed the line
a man with no shame
a man who has nothing to offer the world
a man who let madness consume his body and soul
the man who thought he has found peace in rain
still gave in to the agonizing pain
inhumanity
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inhumanity
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   Rapunzoll and Ariel Baptista
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