Review
It's ironic. Heh. You have to leave because everybody wants you. They're fighting over you. And I have to leave because nobody wants me.
And yet we are the same in many ways. We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much, the best of us is washed away. My rains have come and gone .. for now. Yours are just beginning.
