The Rain Comments

Sitting in the rain thinking about who I am who I was and who I thought you were, millions of things run through my head.
All the good times we had play in my head like a movie without sound but as my silent movie comes to an ends I remind myself of how you just up and left like what happened meant nothing at all.
Everything I do everyday reminds me of you in some way or another
But I’m not taking the blame not this time it was all your fault
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