You left me alone in the rain on a Saturday night,
screaming your name I held on tight
to the piece of cotton I tore from your shirt,
like a handfull of thorns everything hurt.
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End of the pain, that's how it should be, move on! Coming back to the poem, you've captured the pain really well! Preets