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To get lost in the hallways of your thoughts
And memories,
Holding a torch fueled by the electricity between us
To light my way,
Brings me sorrow and pain
Every jubilant step is filled with purpose
And driven by fear
Time composed of rubber and reality is promising
To throw me out
Before I can memorize every picture lining the walls
And build a hallway of my own
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Rob
Oh wow. The feels!
All of the feels!
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