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Sep 2014
Sadness rips through your heart.
It didn't end, why did you start?
Crying tears of reddest blood,
pouring out like a crimson flood.
But then the tears go away and
your face cracks a smile again.
The blood is washed away when
your body is cleansed by the rain
Written by
Dream Caster
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