There’s always hope, till you don’t word it. You can always
escape a good bye with a see you. You can rush the hug over the blaring horn of
a bus. You tell yourself to look ahead when you are racing through a flashback.
You dont hold hands cos they will be that difficult to let go. You laugh cos
you know the tears wont stop once they start. You embrace a crowd and drown
them all.
Time stops... you leave a piece of you, and from then
all the way through... hoping some day to trace back the pieces, and pick up
from where you left....set the clock in motion!
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