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 Hide- for a long time,
 Wait till its all gone,
 Time goes on, things go wrong,
 I tell myself;
 Faltering dreams, crash from up above,
 Empty arms, without love.
 Run away the road, over grown from head to toe,
 Where it goes, no ones ever known,
 Familiar-tays at every bed, and how the curves seem to blend, 
 The colors go, seasons slow,
 High for a long time, 
 Wait till its all gone,
 Time moves on,
 Things go wrong
 Ill Tell my self,
 We were more ever, 
 I just am down, 
 Waiting in this chair, 
 Seems by this position