When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it’s a beautiful thing.
Unable to step outside the stupid rules, I cried. My map of the future was too blurry.
Wanting to fill up my worn-down heart, I just gathered things I didn’t need.
Goodbye, I say, because those beloved days won’t come back.
In the corner of the night, quietly, my little closed heart is starting to open up.
My color is changing to a deeper and gentler shade as I take in the morning light.
When the rain of tears falls down and hits my cheeks, it’s a beautiful thing.
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