False hopes, empty promises

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How depressing is it to be the rain?

Here you are, just floating in the sky,

When you are dropped.

Just let go of.

And you fall. Thousands of feet.

And you hit the ground.

Hard.

And after you hit the ground, you're walked on.

Until you manage to pick yourself back up.

Sounds an awful lot like life to me.

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