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I can't wait to stop running.  You are lucky to have what it takes to live.  So young, so gone, so lost, so long.  Iv'e been out of touch with the one's I love.  Iv'e been lost, and alone, and do they even know? If this were perfect, there'd be nothing to do.  I hope I can forget what Iv'e done, once I'm done doing what I've done.  I know where you stand.