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Jan 13
Rain is pouring down my skin
And I’m not moving.
I’m standing here notionless
And let the drops wash away my pain.
Dilute the poison.
Cleanse the pores.
Just that my soul could slowly creep back
Through the open doors.
Written by
     Luz Hanaii, TheRaven and Em MacKenzie
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