i run passed a dampened tree
feeling the cold, wet bullet of rainfall on me
even under a sheltered roof ,the wind blows rain in my direction
failing my sad attempt at decent protection
so i became used to it, didn't make a fuss
it was something forgotten, something i wouldn't discuss
once i stumbled into you, you made me feel like cinderella
you promised things would be okay
while you held me under your black umbrella.
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