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Raindrops On A Window
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July 2004 Poetry Raindrops on a window,
tears on my face.
No matter how hard I try,
I cannot leave this place.
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Raindrops on a window,
blood on my arms.
Soon it will scab,
then turn to scars.
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Raindrops on a window,
bullet in my head.
I couldn’t stand living,
I’m better off dead.
~*~ Jill ~*~
