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Rain


I love walking in the rain alone So no one can tell I'm crying Do to the pain of his everyday lying His fingers match the bruises covering my body And as he snatches me by my hair I can feel less air entering my lungs Time is running out and I fear without a dout so am I It hurts so deep i'll call it pain As my head hits the windows payne I climb out and sit about Waiting for it to come again, the rain, maybe, just maybe, it'll wash away my pain But here he is, laughing, and hitting me, but no one will see, Alone in the rain I will cry just waiting to die by his hand...
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