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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1461234
A poem inspired by a very close friend of mine.
I'm in the distance, out of sight
and I see you standing in the rain.
Crying your eyes out, yet nobody knows it but me.
You've always loved the rain, because you can cry and nobody knows the difference.
I'm watching you cry and I wonder why. Who has hurt you so bad that you
must cry?
What have they done to you?
To have completely broken your spirit.
Surely it is a crime? To have tortured someone that bad.
Tears must be dried.
and blood must be shed.
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