A poem.

I asked and plead for it, but all they told me was.

When the rain comes.

I said I had to make my own decisions, but all they told me was.

When the rain comes.

I tried to speak my problems and get them to help, but all they told me was.

When the rain comes.

I demanded a direct answer to all of my questions, but all they told me was.

When the rain comes.

I told them I was leaving, but all they told me was.

When the rain comes.

I began to walk out the door, and all they told was.

You will die out there.

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