Rain.

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I'm like the rain.

I fall.

But I get back up again.

I fight for what's right.

People absorb my help.

Sometimes, I'm dry, like the ground.

Sometimes I'm wet, like the ground.

But equally,we're like the ground.

But, like the clouds, we move on.

We soar through the sky.

Be succsessful.

Going where I want to go.

Moving with the flow of life.

But sometimes, I stay where I'm at.

Like right now, I want to move slowly.

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