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Through the morning clouds they fall, These tiny cannon balls. They hit the ground and puddle and muddle the noises with a huddled pitter patter sound.
You are so lucky to have those who always cared for you you are so blessed to be brought up by those who always provided you an umbrella when it was raining you are so fortunate
Umbrella Soft touches graze my arms the cooling touch sinking through my shirt
I know it might seem like the world is crashing down Trust me I know what it's to feel like that It feels like you're standing in the rain without an umbrella Stuck in an eternal darkness