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                           I don't want to remember the last time...

           the last time I cried.

Everytime it would rain

                                                I would be crying inside

                                                                  I wish I could cry away...

         cry my troubles away

                         Just like the clouds.

                                                                  Clouds don't like to be soaked

       Clouds share their pain with rain

                                        The sky is not crying... the clouds are...

the nuves are unenlightened



        When the clouds cry,

                                                      they keep us or some inside.

           trapped from the world

                                                              for a few minutes to days

       Like me, I trap myself from this...

                              

                                this...place we call home...

                                                                                 I am not so.

I stay inside...

                                  dealing wih my own pain.



                               My personality is the leakage from my eyes...

                   I do not pick from other bodies then share with the world...