What lays before us
Have you ever wondered how we got to this? All past in the blink of an eye, yet it seems like forever. Digging through the past while searching for a future. The present only lasts a second, the clock ticks so do what you do and don't regret it. It's not about him. It's not about her. It's about me, always has been. I'll be seeing ya, for my fortune is fine. My visions become reality on a full sea open and blue. Goodnight, goodnight, wait for the sweet whisper of I love you.
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