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Rain by Abigail Addae
It’s raining The water droplets are nothing but a calm, soothing hug that envelopes my body It’ll all be alright it whispers, as if it has any idea what’s going through my head I wish I knew too, let me in on this secret that you’re hiding from me It’s a cacophony of voices that aren’t my own, choking whatever piece of me I have left and leaving the corpse of my brain out to dry It’s raining The rain makes me think of nothing or everything at all My tears are like the rain,
Aug 24, 20241 min read
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