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Stray catsTime. Is running out of our hands. It has been all along. Even when we were strong. You do not see how you push me more and more away. Stray. I know what I have to say. It is you who will have to pray. For me to stay. Or else I will not be there. I cross my heart and swear. Self-preservation. Condemnation. To love you is a bitter sweet sensation.
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