Never have I thought of tonight . Never in the passing . When my hands look old but my face doesn't . Who could fall for this ? Long has been the days. Dirt poor and loving life. Thinking of the hour not the day. The sooner it is the better I understand it . Fear grips me, holds me down , just another excuse for not getting it done. Fires that burned smolder into ash, Feelings we had, none have lasted. Low ? I am not sure . If I am not then I probably am . Confusion is mine , fear is what compels me . What is the right answer ?
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