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When the sky goes dark,
and the wind blows harsh.
That's when you lose control,
break down and let the tears flow.
For all those good times
you two had.
Wishing he was there
to hold your hand,
you gather your strength
and begin to stand.

Yes, it's lame, I know. ;) Ah, memories of the ex...

Oh, and BTW: Anyone who read my entry about Cloud, I put the pic I mentioned in my image gallery if you want to see it. ;)