The Story Called Childhood

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I become the storm. And I embrace all that I am.
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Sing a Little Song for Me

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We found our song in the colours.

The Girl You Knew

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Sometimes, her memories visit me on lonesome Sundays, when the city around me dims down in silent melancholy and the clouds assemble to paint the sky in white and blue in the sunless wintry afternoons.