As I look as into the rain,
I realize how much my soul is in pain,
the tears roll down my face and they stain,
will I ever be sane?
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The Heart of It
Poetryjust the thoughts that go through my mind when i'm all alone.
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As I look as into the rain,
I realize how much my soul is in pain,
the tears roll down my face and they stain,
will I ever be sane?
