𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 - 𝐦𝐲𝐠.

misc.

in the beginning....

...it always happened between the rain and me.

until he came under the shelter.

and from then, it was clear to me that no matter where i wonder off, something pulls me back to him.

why?

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