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Like the raindrops falling on the roof

thinking they will never touch the ground

I find myself searching for a proof

searching for a word to turn around. 

I burn in fire as you stand aloof

screaming for hours but you heard no sound.

Your pride and ego will drown you soon 

in a word of loneliness and pain

The sun won’t rise, you’ll see no moon

because hatred makes people go insane.

To your coldness I became immune

like an umbrella under the rain

Memories are all that I kept with me

from the past that taught me a lot

I became the person I always wanted to be

and broke all the rules that I’ve been taught

I will move on too soon and I will break free

From the past, for you, from my very own thought

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