You say that you'd be back now after your last more flight. And so I see you off well and look the other way with all my might. And I might be addicted to where and how you end up on your feet. I might be addicted to how you always get the best of me. I say out loud this is the last time. I wonder if you'll back down because there is no end in sight. Am I a fool to hang on? Universe, how strong am I as one more exit flies on by? I might be addicted to where and how you end up on your feet. I might be addicted to how you always get the best of me.
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