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Mar 2021
its raining
its pouring
its four in the morning
and you just crossed my mind
and i really need you here
its raining
its pouring
my head is imploding
and i dont want to leave this house
but i really miss you right now
its raining
its pouring
my eyes are over flowing
and im overthinking again
i hope you think of me now
its raining
its pouring
my world keeps on spinning
and im stuck in place
i hope you dont mind helping me escape
because im a mess
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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