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[litchrysallis]

The rivers they run
They run until they get too tired
Until they run behind the houses
And they become a creek
When I was a child
I ran until the creek became a river
When it turned into the ocean
I wondered why He'd made it so deep

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[litchrysallis]

I know. I need to make more time to relax and catch up with people. I get busy, I get sucked into a one track state of mind, and I get very lonely because I miss people.