I get out and walk,
rain down on me all possible, I
wet,
freeze,
feel alive,
and want you to be there to warm.
I feel I need to soak the soul
for myself this time.
I believe that better times will come, and you'll
,
in these beautiful cold days I'll have to forget that there is a world outside,
and feel every second.
The reality that detestable,
is knowing that the rain and you do not exist at this time,
again I find the only company of a cigarette,
and sometimes it also fails.
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