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washed off my mascara ,still got black under my eyes.. I feel the wind... its blowing on my face.. the smell of rain ..the wind is coming from far away places that i will never know...the wind got its own story to tell...what she saw and where shes been...whos out there waiting...whos out there worrying...whos out there waiting for me...who forgot me...i feel you on my face...bringing dreamers dream... and others wishes...their thoughts that was thought into your unknown way...and you will mass them all thogethr and bring it to sweep the hair out of my face...take my dreams...my thoughts...my wishes....and continue your way to some other place...where someone else wants you to pass by...to take away their dreams...and leave a piece of hope behind...