I am moving
So quickly I can't catch my breath
I twirl and whirl
Until I feel sick inside
Why must I move
Move so quickly
Just to find myself no farther than I was before
I should stop
Stop to breath
But I can't
I fear I will miss something if I stop
But if I don't stop
I will miss something
Something so important
So forgotten
So misused
If I don't stop
I will never live
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