April 22, 2010
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One by one, slowly down my face.
It's raining in a way I cant explain.
I know someday you'll see that there Is always a place.
A place that loves and that once I gave to you.
But without you it's not the same.
The rain will finally stop and ill be still and that place; my heart will pound for real, because I'm scared.

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