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Jun 2020
Rain is small bullets,

falling from the sky.

Drowning insects,

flooding animals homes.

Splattering against the windshield,

doing no harm.

Reminding me of the painful bullets of depression,

constantly piercing my broken heart.
Kenedie
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Kenedie  16/F
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