Inch towards the last hello,
Choke the tears, pause their flow,
A matter of time, oh-so slow,
A quiet wait, and no control.
Not my wish, not my will,
Yet my heart, willing still.
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Bogged down by life, we stop to think. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just stop and forget to think?
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