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May 2019
Little rain drops
racing on the window
I would watch them as a child
trying to guess which lucky ******* will win the race
funny thing
I always focused on those two specific drops
as if there weren’t millions of them trying to reach the finish line
well
we’re no different from them
we’re just bigger
and worse
Written by
Susana  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Jon York
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