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Sometimes just talking a moment to breathe…..others it just consumes you….leaving you cold and alone on a hot summer’s day, hands shaking and tears flowing….even with the music on full blast I can still hear my own thoughts…
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“I don’t know who I am anymore, not once in life have I been real, but I’ve never been this close….”
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He is my Mr. Grey….,


