I sit on a step and think
for hours i waited with anticipation, but as the sunlight waned, so did my excitement
sitting here, tears streaming down a path not unknown
for it seems lately they've constantly baptized my face, washing away all traces of pain and hurt
washing away all the agony brought on by your broken promises
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Brings out the sadness beautifully, I agree with Indira time is the great healer...10