December 18, 2007
Walking down the street,
Thinking and wondering how you are,
A drop of rain falls,
Down my cheek.
Im still walking,
Rain doesn’t bother me,
What bothers me,
Is the your not with me.
I put my hoody on and crass the street.
Splash, splash, drip, drip all I hear around me.

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