Let it rain it hide my tears, let it poor it cleans my fresh wounds. 

My pain only worsens, My love for you only breaks.

Our love became a war, a war of old love. 

My words come out like Eminem, some I mean and some I may not.

I know this relationship is now broken, and I leave this war in the cold rain,

awaiting a new beginning.

The End

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