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by rick Nov 25, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Rain, I was soaking as I opened up my door. Rushed, Myself when I heard that awful, awful sound. Pain, I heard what you said and I just cried on the floor. I could not have known, That my heart would have no reason to go on anymore. That phone call, I would never be same. That phone call, Why did I not just walk away?