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Rain

A clouded mind wandering the streets alone A lost soul Found gazing at the sky with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide There's always a truth inside of a lie that a candle burns away Tear drops fall down like rain The Flooding Creeks the flooding lakes, they all went to the four corners of the disappearing light but the rain never faded away Depression sunk in a given soul going blind, a cross attack from behind The rain brings a violent storm and the waves carry off a question 'Are you okay'

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Date: 5/31/2016 5:37:00 AM
A candle is made for lighting and burning... It is through the realisation of burning that we can purify our ego or the self... Well written...
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