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In The Rain


Black and gray clouds over head hauling rain Not caring if I get wet, just d'ont slip Two year of training, learned to stop the pain Running up the stairs, arms out, almost tripped I never liked being up high above all But I try to go past my limits Remember to tuck and roll when I fall The little girl afraid of heights, past tense Wondering why this girl is on the roof People looking out their windows, staring Poor people, if they only knew the truth How much it takes to be this daring Running, jumping, soaring, fearing no more Going on pure adernaline, Parkour
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