The rain falls,
within each drop,
silent cries,
each puddle,
represents the tears,
everyone cries,
the umbrella,
is just a cover,
to hide you from all...
the LIES,
i watch silently,
as time goes by,
my face is drenched,
with my fate,
and masks the cover,
of all my hate,
but its to late,
the forecast calls for a storm,
save me from Myself...
 
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