You don’t understand
And I can’t explain
‘Cause inside I’m terrified
Of spreading my pain
I’m standing inside
As you dance in the rain
One of us loves life
The other one just loves the pain
There are moments like this
When I think of that day
The day you were leaving,
But you turned just to say
That you don’t understand
How I waste every day
As if I’m too terrified
To find one single ray
You were my sunshine
Now you only see rain
One of us loved life
The other one clings to the pain
Writer In Retrospect 
Rachel, this so brilliant and so beautifully written! ❤ Make a little time to dance in the rain. Have a great day!
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Thank you very much! Perhaps I will.
You have a wonderful day, yourself. 🙂
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Beautiful, Rachel – breathtaking, actually. A triumph hiding, though, within the pathos.
So much so, it preempts the typical response. I still admire your artistry, of course, but also, I brood over its message.
Sounds like someone has a bad case of the Mondays? Not today. We’ll save the optimistic “Yeah, but…” for the next conversation, okay?
Today, I sympathize, in the word’s original sense.
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Thanks, Keith.
Fair enough… Till the next conversation. 🙂
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Whoa! So emotional beautiful lines. Thank you for sharing! ☺👍
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Thank you so much! My pleasure. ☺
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You are welcome ☺God bless you 👍💓
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Likewise. 🙂
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