---Raining Pain---
In the throes of pain,
Drenched in the sweet spring rain,
I came to see, by the reaper's grace,
That my life is ever a race.
To win is to feel the horrible pain,
While lying in the uncaring rain.
To lose is to forever die,
Never again to laugh, to cry.
I chose the path wrought with pain,
Laying there, soaked in the comforting rain.
I love it, I hate it, choosing the sadness,
The pain having brought me to the brink of madness.
I resist the strength of the searing pain,
Being cleansed in the beauty of the refreshing rain.
It gives my will the needed strength,
To grant my life a little length.
I overcame the debilitating pain,
Basking in the sensations of the envigorating rain.
Help arrives, and carries me away,
So that I may live another day.
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Dear buddy, you know I sympathize all the way. (Except for the rain thing, seeing as rain burns my skin...)
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*Rabbit: (to Eeyore) Well, if you're not going to cheer up, I have better things to do... gardening and cleaning and putting up curtains so Tigger can't see into my kitchen anymore. Good-bye.
*Piglet: I think Rabbit's a little cross
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