on the way to grey I could hardly wait to see youagain, to feel your hands * covering me till the storm is done what seemed to be the endwas not the end at all * when I hear the rain should I be afraid for my life? why do you look at me that way * I told you I was too busy to see you * I would never keep a secret from you * is it over? I am fine,
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