the rain that hits your skin
feels like needles and pins
you can't see them with your eyes
like how every piece of you slowly dies.
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12 am » poetry
Poetryit's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
drizzle
the rain that hits your skin
feels like needles and pins
you can't see them with your eyes
like how every piece of you slowly dies.
