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Sep 2015
Every grey cloud is painted over a pink sky.
The sky is pink. It is, it is, I know it is.
I can see it. I really can.
The grey clouds used to envelope me, until we were one in the same.
But the pink sky was always there.
The pink sky is there, and I'm telling you: I can see it.
But it's still so ******* grey.
im more happy than ever
im more depressed than ever
i dont understand but maybe this can help
JJ
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JJ  Toulouse
(Toulouse)   
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