a minute late,
a moment too soon,
a memory altered.
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Where's the line, what's the definition? Do we talk about it now, or let it ride, and just be coo'? The vast unknown ahead, the abyss of emotion, the flood of tears, the pit of emptiness. Do I fill it with tears? Do I fill it with memories? Do I fill it with empty experiences, faces without connections? Do I throw caution into the wind and just dance? Or do I take a careful step forward, my toes feeling the edge of the cliff, and decide to jump?
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