Times faster, busy thoughts help
Love is too much, my heart swells
I feel no anxiety, for all is well
My heart is not certain, but my mind can tell
Here we stand
Ready to grow apart
Looking at your face
Guarantees a completed race
For now it seems okay and well
To ply the distant roads of our ‘hell’
But there’s little time left
For you to be gone!
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