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rain on my shoulders in drops that spray,
the darkened sky showing sunset gone away,
running water soaks into the shoes,
standing between them of which to choose,
one in the peripheral vision of each eye,
none see a tear in the middle as i cry,
anger in one and sadness the other,
neither an emotion i can recover,
holding out both hands to start,
why don't you both just rip me apart,
straight down the middle i break,
but the heart is on the left to take,
who is left as i look behind,
now there is three i begin to find,
turning once more as another in front stands,
sharing can be too much no one understands,
more step from behind to show,
as the number of them all grow,
overwhelming to a crowd all dependent on me,
if i serve all of you then how can i be,
the last drop of rain knocks me down,
weak as i reach up as now ill drown.