was walking, all alone in the park, loving the rainy weather nobody can ever see tears, except for the tears that stand tall and strong acting like they can take any storm expect for people that have been left behind like dead boddies, repeating my slef over and over when my heart cant feel anymore, dropp into deep thoughts, love, what is love, love is when you will die for them, love is when they can make u smile in the pain your sitting in, love his when that person can can feel somethings wrong without you saying the word. Yet love never fails.
never can understand why people give up on one another.
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