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Sometimes I would like the rain and think about the time that we were running away from it.

But now I'm going for it.

All because I miss you so much.

I think about you more often now.

You don't call me anymore, 

and I'm worried.

You say I was the good in you,

would you make that good go away?

Now tell me will you be the one to turn me into someone I never thought I would be ?

Can you answer and tell me what I don't know?

when did all of this happened ?

I think about the tears we've shared 

I think about your touch,

Immature and yet addictive.

I think about your voice,

deep and full of sorrow.

I remember when I used to make you laugh and when your eyes were bright.