I wrote this poem with the help of XxBlackChaosxX.
It was fun spending my time writing this poem with her, perhap's I might do it again sometime.

Where it is Bold, is where XxBlackChaosxX wrote, and where it is not, is where I wrote.

XxBlackChaosxX is a very wonderful poet, and a great author. If you at all enjoy this poem, or any of my poem's, you will love her's.

I'm very proud on how this turned out, so please tell me what your thought's about it.

Thank you.

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Rain drizzles down the window,
It doesn't bother us, though.
We love the rain.
It's like a salvation gift, washing away all the pain,
Of previous days, of previous years.
Here in our little circle of protection, we banish away all our childish fears.

Why we banish are fears of are own agony?
You want to know?

You want to know what makes us this way?
You want to hear what we have to say?
Well then, we'll say this,
Remember our words well,
For again we shall never tell,

When we were young, so very young
The pain we saw, so unimaginary raw
We'd kill to leave our ground
For our pain, so agonizing
So raw, yet real
Our pain we felt
The feeling like this
So gone, yet none.
You sure you want to know?
The truth of that matter behind it all?
It will haunt you for the rest of your days
Yet so gone, but not even a daze...

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