The rain

by KENNY   Feb 16, 2005


Its dark out side yet its only early in the evening the rain is pounding on the roof the windows are streaked with rain it not the only place its raining deep inside this body there is a place where i hide theres a place i run to when it time to hide but now the rain is starting to fill my mine cloud my mine till theres nothing left but my body where i will be dead all i have to do is give in and stop fighting the rain is almost stopping but there no sign of life i gave in to the fight this will be my last night

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