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Rain


I’m sitting here in the cold, damp rain

I can feel the tightness in my chest

My mental pain turned into physical pain

They say I just need to rest

 

One a day and one at night

I start to feel sane

I have this bad fright

They say I’m just insane

 

I’m in a room filled with people

I stay back with fear of conversation

The panic of talking feels like a staple

Again I prefer the precipitation

 

Im here sitting in rain

Trying to escape from my own pain

 
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