Every night a little voice in my head tells me to wait out in the rain, As I skim the horizon,nothing but the rain ,cars,lights, no people, Just me and my umbrella.
I give up and walk home, another voice tells me to turn around, and I have a feeling someone will be waiting at the corner for me. But as I look. No one is there.
Every night I do this.
When shes at her worst, She wont hurt you. She'll just fuss.
Maybe a fear tears late at night, Just maybe.
She'll be found in the rain.
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