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Mar 11
I hope it's raining where you are
So maybe I don’t have to feel the darkness of these clouds on my own
Drowning in my stubborn state of mind
Blinded by the thought of your hands and those eyes
All that’s left are the words we never said
Both too afraid of the battle to be won
Limerence has a finger on the trigger
My heart too big for his hollow soul
I hope you think of me, If only for a moment
I let the rain attempt to wash you away
This storm will pass
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