It was raining stones. Heavy as the weather, we put our hands together and pray.
Pray that this hatred feelings would go away.
In my crutches, am on the verge of recovery.
Did I take the wrong step? You can hear my voice crack, I have been picking back up over such tragedy.
This fall hurts so much, I could never be the same.
Oh, what a shame.
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