Cold fingers in the dead of night,
Darkest hours before dawn,
Sitting typing,
Waiting writing,
Emotions brought forth,
In a violent storm,
I remember,
I want to scream to you,
But you're too far away,
And I know,
There is no chance of return,
It does not burn anymore,
I only remember now,
And feel resentment,
I remember,
While you are sleeping,
And dreaming of someone,
That I am not.
~Rei Shiori
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