Rescue me from something that is not quite misery Reach out your hands and willingly pick me out Time has stopped until you have come through To give me the adventures I never dreamt to come true I have been burdened with a life not lived Time moves so slowly yet in an instant it is gone Days into months and months into years No story have I will hence be my song .
- E. B
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