I ever write again,
Or rather this one, or maybe this one,
Guess I'll never know when,
The space make you wonder?
I actually don't have much time now,
Before I need to pick up my daughter,
Who I hope is okay, which I can't know,
Until she is with me,
Which in truth is not enough to be sure,
Of her security,
Well, such is life,
It's the same for us all,
Life is so damn fleeting and delicate,
Yet we live as if that is usual.
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