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Oct 2014
I'm running through the rain,
through the city,
through the night,
through the ghosts in the cemetery,
through the pain and the feelings
And while I run,
I realise, that the wind messes up my hair and the rain messes up my makeup,
just like you mess up me.
Written by
notforever
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