I don’t need an umbrella to walk in the rain.
the rain is my disguise. in the rain I cry and my tears hide, I allow the tears to go, but no one knows. I just smile and walk as the rain mixes together with my tears and flows.
it’s a feeling like no other to cry in the midst of others yet no one knows, all they see is the rain.
I don’t need an umbrella to walk in the rain, I walk freely in my disguise.
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