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May 28
People look at the blue sky,
The sun shining,
They think its beautiful,
Then the clouds get jealous,
They roll in,
And people look away in disgust,
Then the rain comes,
Because the clouds,
Are crying.
Kezexxe
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Kezexxe  13/F/Dont find me ill only run
(13/F/Dont find me ill only run)   
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