I feel like you have walked me so close to yourself and then pushed me off a cliff.
I will always be waiting here at the bottom of this cliff with the pathway up I will not walk up myself even though you once showed me the way up.
I will wait here for you to come down and tell me to follow you.
I may wait so long that the path we once walk often will be overgrown foliage.
Yet I will be here.
I will always be waiting here at the bottom of this cliff with the pathway up I will not walk up myself even though you once showed me the way up.
I will wait here for you to come down and tell me to follow you.
I may wait so long that the path we once walk often will be overgrown foliage.
Yet I will be here.
This is my whole life in a post.
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