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November 3, 2009
Hoping the cold rain would relieve the unforgotten pain I sit alone hoping, praying, wishing this was the end. But right before I fall you come and ease the pain away. The numbness in my fingertips slowly drifts away as they come in contact with yours. And then the rain stops.





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