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She finds herself in the midnight as if she wasn't sunshine in the sky; the moon was too bright; her feet move; she walks with a heavy heart; her chin lifts up as if she wasn't ashen; but it was too late because her tears dropped; the rain was pouring; and now she finds herself walking alone in the rain; her body was too stiff to move; she loves how the rain gives her comfort.
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The Untold Thoughts
PoetryWe have so many thoughts, what-ifs, and questions in our heads that are still finding answers. But then, as we encounter poetry, those untold thoughts, stories, what-ifs, and questions that are still finding answers can now be answered by just readi...
