Beautiful face
Beautiful mind
What do we do with
Our left over selves?
When the bits and
Pieces are loose
And missing?
You're the only one
I'll ever help.
Even though you
Continue protesting.
I held my hands out
To the rain
And it was colder
Than ever.
I am here
Without you.
I am here
Without you.
I am here
Without you.
I am here
Without
You.
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