down at tim's place, ground floor lobby, stretched out over table, wrapped in a class hoodie
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escapism.... sleep
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the only time when all seems well, no worries... occasionally seeing people long lost.... people you can only see in one's dreams... people you want to be with... dream people...
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and the rains fall... pitterpatter.... before it pours
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the sound of pouring rain
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wonder when CNY will ever feel like CNY ever again...
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