I pack my face. I check my face; I look a little bit older. I look a little bit colder. With one deep breath and one big step, I move a little bit closer. I caught my stride; I flew and flied. I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest of my mind. See, my heart doesn't beat the way it used to. And my eyes don't see you anymore. And my lips don't kiss the way they used to. And my eyes don't recognize you anymore, for reasons unknown.
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