Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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I remember the time and place when this meant something to you.
I remember when the kids I looked up too; gave me something to live for.
Your time was up, and you broke hard. I remember when you used to walk for yourself.
I now remember the walk you've molded to. The walk to to fit in.
I'm still here, and my time isn't up.
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