so this poem has no name yet and im not even sure it makes sense, but ok.
Watching the lightning through my window,
splitting the skies open wide,
now I'm falling back down to Earth.
Crazy, I might be,
but I'm clinging to this last shred of my sanity,
knowing it's the only thing,
that keeps me going through the days,
and now the rain is pouring down,
pouring down my face.
it's not very good I don't think, I don't think it's finished yet...
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