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Hearing the tapping of rain, I wish it'd wash away my pain. A sound we all hear, but rain runs differently than tears. Rain streams down your face, it doesn't have a salty taste. I want my tears to wash away, but I choke when the rain comes out to play.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
The Rain Comes Out To Play
Hearing the tapping of rain, I wish it'd wash away my pain. A sound we all hear, but rain runs differently than tears. Rain streams down your face, it doesn't have a salty taste. I want my tears to wash away, but I choke when the rain comes out to play.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
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