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I've noticed when I'm feeling awkward or I don't know what to do with my hands I end up with them on my nose.

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I first met you back in the winter. You liked to laugh and I was more concentrated on my cold fingers and the hard blue plastic seats. Time ticks and life goes on, you busy with your life, and I with mine. Sheet music and cold choir rooms do not disturb you, sitting higher up on the three tears, me on the second to the bottem. Existing in the same ( Read more... )

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