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Rain, Trickles down my window pane, Reminding me that it's okay, To cry sometimes. Your brave face cracks like thunder, Leaving you to wonder, If it's okay to let it melt away,
As I stand at the door and knock, he tells me to do otherwise. I turn to leave; however, he won't let me.Will I stay? Will I abandon this person whom I care for, for another? Unwillingly, I have split myself.
Life without love is no life at all.   Love is the way he says my name and how he makes me blush with just a wink.  
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