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I can feel the soothing drops of rain
Seeping through the pores of my skin
Washing away the hurt and pain
Cleansing my soul, from deep within
Reaching inside, I drown in my sorrow
Letting it dwell, in a pool of my blood
Wondering, will I see tomorrow?
I open my heart, to let in the flood
That swiftly carries my lifeless limbs
Down a river that has no name
Tis then I realize, my days grow dim
Once again, I’m the one who’s to blame
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