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I stand in the rain.
Wishing it would wash me away.
If only I could be someone else.
Someone else.
Just for a day.
Someone worth being.
Someone worth seeing.
Instead of being dreary old me.
The rain washes away your sins.
That’s what they say.
Maybe I should stand here.
Night and day.
21 years I’ve been on this earth.
21 I’ve struggled to my niche.
I’m starting to wonder if niche is at the bottom of this ditch.
21 steps and this struggle will end.
No longer having to play.
No longer having to pretend.
I start to wonder.
How many people will attend.
My funeral.
The last chapter of my life.
21 people.
I doubt.
Not even 1 for every year I’ve walked this earth.
The rain has ended.
People are walking about.
They all look in wonder.
What’s this girl all about?
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