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It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
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6:43 AM,
Oct 30, 2009
Ur hands feel like air. Soft like a cool breeze that i missed you touch when you hold me tight Strong like a tornado as you caught me as i fell to pieces You pushed me up as i soar higher and higher. But yet i don't even know you. I just remember the hands |