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by Reminders Torture Aug 12, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I sit here in this cold street. Rain pours and hides away the tears. It reminds me the way you treat. And let go of my fears. All I wanted was you to know. The things I do was for you. Now that I've gone away from you. I would only wish to come back. But now it's too late to be with you. Now I am alone and crying. No-one to wipe away the tears. And I'll forever be in this misery.