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Jan 2019
It's so confusing to me how
rain splattering from one's eye,
on your side of the phone,
can make me have a storm over here,
all my own.

I can almost hear her pleading
I can almost hear her sadness.
For something she never could deserve,
for something I hope to make fade over the years.

I hope to be her sunshine
to scare away this rain from hell.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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