My bare foot steps into a dusty puddle, but I don't care.
The wind tears away my hat revealing my long curly red hair, but I don't care.
The bitter cold rips through my sweater, the only layer on my upper body, but I can ignore it.
I can ignore anything as long as you're with me, as long as I'm pretending you're beside me.
It begins to rain, but all I see is your light, all I think about is you, and that you love me back.
At least, pretending you love me back.
It begins to pour, straightening my curly hair.
Then, it all crashed when a cop came along.
"Where's you're home, Mademoiselle?"
"I don't have one"
"You're an orphan then"
"No, I'm not"
"Yes you are"
"No I'm not"
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not!"
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