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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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