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If the sky is crying, does that mean my eyes are raining?
As each droplet pounds against the street's hard surface, a person's silhouette is seen crumbling down in the nearby ally. A teenager, dressed in a dark grey, oversized hoodie drapping over their slender frame, hood drawn over their face, covering their features.
Alone, lost, confused, separated, distraught, contempt, angry, ashamed, fearful, nervous, hungry, bitter, morbid, hostile.
They pull the handheld pistol from the enormous pockets. Before anyone knows what's happened, there is a loud snap that echoes in the silence of the sky as the teenager drops, a dark puddle forming underneath.
Lesson: Sometimes, the only ones who will listen are the angels -- Are you an angel?
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