...It is raining so hard on me..
I cannot see my once destined way..
I am wet with storms of eternity..
Chained in this for ever one day..
...It is raining so hard on me..
I am deserted on the path I walk..
I am heavy with streams of tears..
In this lonely crowd of growing stark..
...It is raining so hard on me..
Ever since I walked out of that door..
Lost and lonely on this familiar path..
Not even sure of who I was anymore..
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-Crazy-Poet-4-Eva- (soon to be Shimmering River)



thanks again








I feel the despair here...I cried what seemed endlessly earlier today. Sometimes it seems like you're all alone in a spiral of depression and those outside of you (who, mind you, have never been afflicted) never understand your pain. I adore this piece...very smooth, with a touch of sparkle despite the anguish. Well done, mon cherie!
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