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Pitter, patterDrip dropThe sounds of rainIt disturbs meIt breaks me from my thoughtsOh those dark demented thoughtsI leave my shadows and I step into ..
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I sit in the deep shadowsThinking,Thinking of the past, my futureAnd my heartPitter patterDrip dropThe sounds of water drippingFallingFlowing down out..
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A poem about a person who loves someone they will never have.
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People should be accepted for being themselves not who everyone else wants them to be.
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