New born babies become teenagers, some die. Give me something to write a story about, maybe my own journey here. I'll never know how it ends until it does.
I have to get out of here, my time has expired; something calls me away.
I've been thinking about you, and about all that you've done for me, and I love you for it. You have been there with me, and I with you. Call me crazy but I have to go now.
I love you and that's why I can't be with you.
But I'm not crazy, this gold fish has outgrown this bowl, it's time for a change.
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