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Rain

If the clouds are
heavy
on my shoulders,
why can't the rain just
fall
down on me
and release me from this
suffering
and cleanse the spots
all over my tired
soul
until it is gone

washed away

disappeared

until I am no more
and I can finally
go up into the sky
small parts of me
thousands of them

and I can fall

rain

down upon the world,
parts of me
keeping the world alive,
cleansing another
unfortunate
soul

a circle

for all eternity

I will be
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