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here i am walking alone on the street letting the rain drops to my body. i hate it when the storm and clouds want me to cry, yet i know to myself i want this, to let it out all the pain im goin' through, were only the rain who notice every tear drops im letting out. fuck this... heartache"
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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...
