how come I can still remember exactly the day a year ago since I never keep a diary?
I was standing in the rain, waiting for the bus and texting you
the sky looks the same, grey and drizzling
I feel the same, blue and twisted
the only thing has been changed is us
which I hope the same but will never be the same
22 October 2009
a day like this
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