Or pacing
Backtracking the steps
So I could get right
The moment it went wrong
No need for the consultation
I won't need to see the hall
Sizes for the right fit
Time no longer permits
Grasping for control
I no longer have a hold
I plant my feet
Steadily breath in deep
Staying true
To words sworn to keep
This love's a tease
No more pleas
Bittersweet reality
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