the rain tells me everything is gonna fine
it's like a way of god of telling me
‘calm down. it will be fine, it is just a hard time’
and it works
sometimes, it works
the teardrops wash away my soul from the darkness within it
helping my body heal from the open wounds
curing my mind
from the slashes of pain
my heart have caused in my brain
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Poetry"those fresh wounds will never stop bleeding." a poetry collection 𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊
