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The rain on my face By: Joe Felner The heavy rain falls like tears from angels mourning over your great sin. The drops fall on your face replacing the need for tears of you own. A gentle breeze coos the already fridge water on your face, burning and stinging you as you walk. You continue on unmoved by the pain, taking each step with out flinching. Thoughts race through your mind and all you can see are the words buzzing by as you walk in a state of euphoria.  You have no need to know where you are going; your feet carry your stiff lifeless body over streets, onto sidewalks and through parks. White house,brown mini van,green grass,stares,bla