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When the rain started to drop
I thought I was going to scream
and let the tears stream down
my face.
But it wasn't that --
my heart broke into two,
breaking the silence
that my voice can't occupy.
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YOU ARE READING
Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
