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The melody of the rain runs down my gutters
The melody of my pain runs down, as my heart flutters.
Bitter sweet moments I can't escape,
Yet I wish the rain would wash over this endless pain...
It is but two more days,
till the end of my longing will come to its demise.
It is but two more days till my heart can express the pain it endured.
It is but two more days till I can return to my reality of the unassuming or rather its disguised encounters.
Two more days, till my breath is caught, by the other,
Never to be released till we know no other.
It is but two more sleeps, I'm counting...

— The End —