Our first really serious talk.
I'd like to make it all easier,to get through it..just show me,how?
You can teach me something,and I can teach you.

Today it was like sitting in two separate rooms with walls made of glass,talking through a courtain in the sunny,stuffy afternoon.
At last we broke the glass and were together again.

Fuckin' freaky circumstances,damned fear.
I wanted to cry,but it wouldn't be all right.
Insanity.little,annoying demons.

You next to me,smiling,smelling of vanilla and something really personal,which is only yours-it's the only thing I think about at the moment.

Why couldn't it be easy? Just like in the childish stories from coloured books?

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