Break My Fall

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

That's why when Rain comes, you get wet if you don't hold a brolly. Your vision blurs because your eyes are wet, you feel lethargic because it's the perfect weather to rest and remain in our sweet spot and your skin leaves you in sticky situations.

When it rains, the skies are dark and there seems to be no light. Yet, it's a known fact that it's only the dark clouds that are covering the Son. The rain will soon be over and the clouds will roll away,

I can see the Son

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Tonned at the Airport with Lings and Margt. Reached home and fell into slumber at 8am. Boy, we can talk till the skies break.

2:23 AM