The Rain Begins Again
The rain has emotions as my heart pours out into my poetry with care; no one know just how much I go through nor everything I have been through, never walked the mile in my shoes but you look me up and down and figure that there is not much to me so what's the use in doing so. It should matter that just like you have feeling I have them too carelessly you step all over me as if I don't exist; others wonder why I cry no self respect is a far fetched gain.
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