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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