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her
tears shed under the pouring rain
with her yellow umbrella lying on the ground
She can hear the droplets echoing through her mind
The raging storm and the dark sky shrouded the entirety of her world
she is drowning, with no one to hold. Then suddenly, he came to grab the
umbrella, showered her like a flower, touch her heart like the gentle rain drops. planted
daisies on her eyes, so when she cries, it'll bloom to life and to remind her of beauty a beauty from
the
sun
shine
that
gives
light
to
her
own
       shatt
                  ered
                                 world

You forgot to pull out the blunt knife you put in her left shoulder-blade.

She's not all sharp edges, rusted metal & stale blood that you hoped for.
She's all more than that.
She is *alive.