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I stand outside, 

Cold in the rain, 

Who to should I confide, 

My bitter pain. 

It stings like a menace, 

But I’ll suffer this bit longer, 

Even though it seems endless, 

For I must get stronger. 

The rain slips down my face, 

As I feel my loss, 

I wish for embrace, 

Despite our bitter cause. 

I look into the glass, 

And see my anguish, 

Time has passed so fast, 

I just want to vanish. 

I want you now, 

The rain mimics my tears. 

Now and forever, 

I hold you very dear.