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Dec 2012
The rain falls hard,
But I pay no attention.
Too many things on my mind.
Things that I can't mention.

The rain falls hard,
But I keep on walking.
My clothes are all soaked.
The memories are still haunting.

The rain falls hard.
And sadness fills my head.
Why did they do this to me?
It's too late now, they can't take back what they said.

The rain falls hard,
But I don't care
About today or tomorrow.
The interest just isn't there.
Juno Overstreet
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Juno Overstreet  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   LonelyPoet
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