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The rain pierces through my thin shirt like bullets
Leaving wounds dripping with blood and
Eyes dripping tears
This love can be compared to rain
Causing such catastrophe, agony, and depressing feelings
But simultaneously be nourishing, soothing, and comforting
Yet always falling quickly to the ground
Spattering and shattering into millions of particles
Leaving memories of one whole

Now two people will walk alone down separate paths
And at times they may meet and look into each others eyes again
But nothing is comparable to the memories in both of their minds
Of what once was   

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