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Day after day i walk the streets waiting for a moments when somebody's feet, stop traveling the sidewalk and simply stands. Beside my lone figure, and reach for my hand, a gesture so simple, yet so hand to do to stick to the promise, of "I'll be here for you". We don't fight the same battle, but we fight the same war, and i'll give you my trust, if you give me yours, for as long as this world keeps coming untied. i'll be there to fix it right by your side, but no feet stop walking they all have somewhere to be until the only ones left are my shadow and me.
