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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