moving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette. every step closer is a step we both will regret. keeping a tally, but who can keep track? your overreacting is taking me back to a time better left alone. keep a tight grip like a child holding onto a swing set. waiting and hoping to find what i can't figure out yet. please don't, unless this is
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