Pain with out you

by Oobie   Jun 29, 2004


It rained.
It rained.
It thundered.
It thundered.
When I though of a memories when you said ,"I wish I was there with you."
It see,s as if God is mad when I think of you.
I think of you and the memories brings lighting but even worse pain.

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