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You see yourself getting nowhere fast
Your last passes you by,
Without a warning.
The next road, you hope
The colors will change,
Dullness from pain,
Will transform to a happiness
That rewards you.

I’m slowing down…now…
And if we don’t move together,
At the same pace…then I’m faced with
The decision to stop moving
With you.

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