The more signs I heed
The more that I fear
to slow down, speed up
will not bring you near...
The more love I feel
The less you can hold
young and foolish, aware of hate
how do we grow old...
The more words I write
The less thoughts you read
auto bio, public journal
or personal diary...
The more days that pass,
The more difficult it gets
To be without you, without us
And still, I have no regrets...
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