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I like when the rain touches my face gently.

I love the sound of the sea getting close to me.

I like sweet taste in my mouth.

I love when I look up at the sky and it sees me.

I like the smell of coffee on cold Saturday mornings.

And I'm afraid when the sun goes down,

when there's an unstoppable storm,

when I can see there's no light at all, 

and I'm afraid of the cold side of the bed.