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Feb 2014
If tomorrow were to cease to exist,
Would you give up on today?
If one chance meant everything,
Would you see things my way?
If this were the last stop,
Would you leave with me?
However,
I know your answers.
You have given up, on all the wrong things.
You will never see anything, any other way.
And if this were the last stop, you'd watch me walk away.
Written by
Chris Fabritz  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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