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AS THE NUMBERS ON THE CLOCK GET BIGGER, I CAN FEEL YOU TURNING TO SAND. THE MORE I THINK I WISH I KNEW YOU, THE MORE I CAN FEEL THE WIND START TO BUILD. THE MORE I SEE ALL YOUR OLD PHOTOGRAPHS, THE MORE SUPERFICIAL I FEEL. THE MOMENT I WANT YOU ARMS AROUND ME, YOU'RE GOING TO GRAB HOLD OF THE WIND. THE WIND GETS YOU FAR FROM HERE, FAR FROM ME. I CAN TELL YOU'VE GOTTEN BETTER THAN ME, AND MAYBE YOU'LL NEVER KNOW... THAT I'D RATHER BE SAND WITH YOU.