Rain Drops
I wake up in the morning feeling the rain drops on my skin
It felt like a large sharp pin
i got this feeling in my chest, my shoulders felt heavy, as if there were a thousand bricks on them
i count, one, two, three, four, five , six, seven, eight, nine...ten.
BAM I drop dead...
But i realize i'm not dead...it was the rain drops i was feeling on my head.
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