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Gone...

He stands in the rain now
wet and cold as death
yet he stands and begs the rain
to hide his tears as they fall

He falls to his knees
a sob escaping his lips
his hands caked with blood
her blood. her tears

his eyes burn, and tears fall
he ignores his cuts and pains
the car beside him smokes
this was his fault

She was gone.
That is his only thought
and it consumes him
he let her down

He cant let go
he cant move
he cant feel
anymore





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