Pandemonium Stirs Within You: {c://.handsUP}

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The sound of the engine getting further away...
The feel of the hard passenger seat...
The heavy scent of cologne...
His warm body...
His cold fingertips...
His strong gaze...
His voice...
His sweet and low voice... calling my name.
Even without him... this city is still overflowing with people.
My days are busy.
Nothing will change.
All I did was lose a love...
I'm all right.
But... why do the lights look like they're in black-and-white?
Just because one person isn't here...
-Paradise Kiss, Ai Yazawa

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