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The rain pours through my skin,

And it’s tight,

Shrinking slowly

I gasp into the air

Dying out

My lungs are broken

I’m drowning in this feeling.



They’ve taken away my sun

I’m left here all alone,

In this crack house

Full of children

Running rapid through my mind

They are laughing at me too

As I lay there,

Just so naked

I am naked.



There’s a hole in the roof

I am sinking

Into nothing,

With the children running around

There is nakedness in a jar

Kept really close

Incase I forget

Of what I am

In a crack house

Without my life

And it is raining.