When one finally slows down he remembers what it is to be lonely, no love for life, no love for the night. Just him, one and only. The rain is anything but what it use to be. soothing, reassuring, comfort in knowing he could hold his one and only. Now it's gloomy and lonely a reminder of what he doesn't have. A reminder to never slow down again. To keep pushing so the memories can't be remembered. Truth is he rather keep going faster and harder then think about them, her and what it's like without them, her.
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