I can't hear the crowd screaming my name at the top of there lungs...
I can't feel the vibration of the bass behind my back...
I can't smell the over use of cologne and perfume in the crowd...
I can't taste the dryness that has taken over my mouth...
But the only thing I can see...
Is Him.
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