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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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