Rain.
That's appropriate for today.
Pour down on my face, and wash this pain away.
The aching that's in my soul,
My breaking heart; you own this hole.
Who have I become that you could do this to me?
What dreams did I loose along the way,
to follow the path that lead me to you?
To this dark and loney place.
This forbiden longing pounds like thunder in my chest.
It's killing me loudly!
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