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youre not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn

rainy roads

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by deadxbird

by deadxbird

I think of many loves
along this rainy road

I think of you, of course
my first, my best, my worst

I think of what could be
Of steadying hands that might love me

I think of what won't be
Of those who won't notice me

I think of my friends
And things that have come to ends

There are many loves
Along this rainy road

None so sweet
As being alone