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If I had knew...
That growing up means to,
Yeah, right that...
You do not even want to explain,
dealing with your one left old homie
after the classes you give yourself...
Keep Saying goodbye to each other
and still cling on tight
I am standing in the middle of an populated young forest at a crossroads of little pathways in my life leading to a similiar destination at the same place but differential. Urbanized Touch but Not to excess
Beginning to feel comfortable at the edge of every direction
Not yet overstepping a threshold
Fighting the urge of stepping ahead, pushing myself to enjoy the Moment, my GHOST mountainbike ready to go

— The End —