The rain is pouring, it pounds a pond my head.
This storm is not slowing, it is led by my thoughts of dread.
I ruined it all.
Once what was ours, is my fault for all the feelings are dead.
I loved you no less then myself.
Now myself is dread.
We had everything, but I messed up. Yet I do it again.
The love is gone, I am sad.
The love we once had is now the storm of dread in my head.
"Goodbye" was the last I had said.

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