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The rain keeps pouring
As I lay here
In this cold and quiet room

Pondering on the past
A past I've thought of
A million times over

Reruns of memories
Each frame plays
One after the other

Baffled by my own thoughts
Confused by my indecision
Tormented by the unacceptable

The cycle of remembering
Triggered by all
And by everything

Tears have stopped
But the feelings remained
Is it supposed to mean something?

I have not been desensitised
Nor is this a step
It is as it has always been

Solitary
Aware of my own velleity
No physical tears

Half-dead
Half-crazy
Completely crying inside

In this slumber
Dreaming of memories
So warm and clear

In this dawn
Waking to a reality
So cold and faded