one million

One Million

Fiction by Velocity | 4/12/2008
The rain comes from the skies above,
the grey blobs, those are clouds.


The tiny drops of water that splash down
touching the surface of the ground.


forming puddles that deapen and deapen. I see a girl, of the age of 16
walking in the rain, her heart full of anger


her eyes drenched with darkness
her soul, so lost and hurt
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