umbrella
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Through the morning clouds they fall,
These tiny cannon balls.
They hit the ground and puddle and muddle the noises with a huddled pitter patter sound.
You are so lucky
to have those who always
cared for you
you are so blessed
to be brought up by those
who always provided you an umbrella
when it was raining
you are so fortunate
I know it might seem like the world is crashing down
Trust me I know what it's to feel like that
It feels like you're standing in the rain without an umbrella
Stuck in an eternal darkness
