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The rain drops fall softly on my face,
At first,
The storm hasn't come yet,
Still keeping it inside,
Internal agony,
That I must hide,
Though I'm leaving you this warning,
I can feel the rain drops on my face getting heavier,
Don't get blown away,
Or drowned,
When I release my storm of agony.
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