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The memories are falling like rain.

Hitting me all over, pouring over me.

I have no umbrella, there are no trees.

There’s no way to escape this, but to wait for a brighter day.

I’m regretting everything, the things that I couldn’t say.

Laughing and crying over the times we shared.

Why didn’t I tell you how much I cared?

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