We run and run and run and we never really know where we come from. We used to remember but now it's forgotten and old. Dusty and well-traveled. Do you remember where you've been? Can you remember who you've seen? Does it worry you when you can't, or even worse.. when you can? I remember. Some things. Some things change and yet others do. As well. Chop down the trees Nuke the whales It's all the same to me Tommorrow I won't remember I'll be running and running and runningBirth sign: Aquarius
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