its a dark night, the street lamps are on. The mothers are having tea and talking while the father lounge in the living room and chat. It’s raining outside and I’m outside as the rain patters against my coat, I just sit there and enjoy the moment but still hate you and the fact of being married…. I stare at you through the window and my blood boils.. I hate you so much… …..I still sit outside and say to myself Oh why did it have to be me……
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