Bottled rain
With every little sprinkle Every drop of rain A dirty, sad bottle stands in pain It fills up, fills, and fills Until one day It tips over You're no longer needed You did your job You bottled away your thoughts But untangled others' knots Go home, you can't stay We don't need your comfort anymore So go somewhere else Far, far away
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