It rained that night,
It rained so hard.
The drops of water, like needles,
Piercing through my brain.
It brought back all those haunting visions
from the past.
And my own tears,
so hot...it hurt.
It hurt to cry.
But I couldn't stop,
Couldn't even try.
I sat there, paralysed.
I couldn't speak.
And the rain outside
it ceased,
Not a gradual halt,
but a sudden sharp break.
The puddle, it'll dry up too.
The same way as my tears do.
Then the rainy day,
it'll cease to be.
Adios,this was the last of me.
2007-06-13
09:24:43
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P.S I'm 15.
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09:43:00 ·
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