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I feel as if I'm bringing rain, like a dark cloud is hovering above my head, to hide my shadow; my emptiness that needs you. I walk with cloud above, a rose in hand trying to understand your reason; apparently there is no decision on your part, but, only contradictive art. possible illusions, a whole dissary of confusion. This thing called LOVE is never easy. Why is it that the two sexes speak constanlty, but yet when the word LOVE rolls around, you then get that awkward silence, the mysteries of life.