Listen to the rain. Bring me your secrets; let me calm your fears. What I miss the most is just the sound of another voice. Not the voices of strangers, not the sounds of murmurs that come from the monotonous drum of speakers of the stereo. I wish for a real voice, one that could speak in whispers that only I could hear
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