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like the falling rain
squeezing out of clouds
of dark shades of grey
is the hurting pain
from inside my heart
which comes and goes
all over again.

HE WALKED AWAY [𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺] [𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦]Where stories live. Discover now