My Visit From God

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

I am standing here, in the rain, and I can hardly get past all of that pain. I am standing here, and I'm all alone. I begin to cry, and for once, my tears are shone. I am standing here, and the darkness surrounds. I feel no hope, and stand on icy ground. I stand here and I ask why. I refuse; My love won't die. I am standing here, in frozen grass. I'm dizzy now. I fall at last. I am laying here, and see the sky, then see his face, and question why. I talk to him, and loose my pain. It begins to pour, as I stand... in the rain.

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