In the rain when you caught a flu
I was there.
In the middle of thunderstorm when you cried over your mom's whereabouts
I was there.
In the midnight when darkness was solid you could not see anything
I was there.
In the evening when you twisted your leg
I was there.
In the morning when you smiled for everything you achieved.
I was not there.
I guess your bad days suit me well.
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