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The rain pours.
The water fills the crevaces of my sores.
This is a moment of truth, and proof that you are real.
This is a moment of news, and realization of how you make me feel.
So powerful; so in control.
Touching every corner of my soul.
I love you; I love you so much.
Cold and calm to produce a rush, and you have my trust.
It's like being able to swim in the middle of the Pacific without having a life jaket.
You are the air I breathe and I ache for the silence of your mercy that so sweetly quiets the racket.
The rain will make you famous.
How much longer can the world overlook such amazing artwork; shame on us.

--Alyssa
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