Tragedy

It’s dark. I sit hugging my knees to my chest. Rain starts to fall and it burns my skin. Blood rain. With my eyes closed, I raise my head and cry out. No one hears, no one’s here. I am alone and the rain won’t stop falling. The rain burns what’s left of me. In the end nothing remains; nothing but blood and my voice, echoing everywhere, with no one listening.

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