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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1110062

I thought of Deadly rain because my mother and father has kept a big secret from me.

Rain falls as I tread on, washing my conscience away.
Making it easier to lead the lie I live with day by day.
Just waiting for the sun to come, and dry up all this rain.
Please, save me from my gloomy fate, and take away my pain.
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