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Rain Drops


Here I stand alone in the rain, I stand here with this horrible pain. Do I really have anything to gain, by being alone and holding on to this terrible pain? Do I still remain in your eyes as I did then, or am I really just a friend till the end? Can you give me a sign, a piece of hope? Or is it my lesson to stand here and cope? Fear is inside me, and all I have is this fake smile to hide me. The eyes hold sorrow, the heart holds tears, and you my darling, have me holding a handful of fears. Can you take my hand and make it go away, or will you say maybe another day? What will it be an when because, I'm at a dead end.
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