The rush of the start, or the calm of forever?
The healing touch; a mend to the broken? Or forgotten stories that die unspoken?
An escape to your dream, or beating in the heart of reality?
The one you know, or the one you've known?
To the time that's never enough, or the time that always was?
To the time that's never enough, or the time that always was?
That creeping need of constant protection? Or the innocence of times with no expectation?
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