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All I can see is the back of you. Youíre perfect hair and sculpted body, walking away. You have turned your back, and no words are needed to explain. And once again Iím stuck here in the middle of the path with two roads to take; two very different solutions. Still I am longing to turn around and go up the path, back to where I started. I know I cannot. I pause and stand still with no clue what to do. My conscience has left me at the time I need it most.

At this point Iím wondering why I am still waiting.

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