Raindrops hit my face
Mascara runs.
Black tears—
They match your heart—
Cold, dead, unfeeling.
Standing here
Close, caring.
Don't you see it—
Why can't you see it—
I've always cared.
Just let me be there.
Be you.
Please?
I've tried, only so much I can do.
Let me in.
I love you.
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