It's fearing the unknown.

It's imagining breathlessness.


It's not managing the scrabbles.
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It's space-less.

It's quitting everything on your grasps.

It's soaring differently.
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It's a farewell.

It's threading on wood.
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It's impossible.
"Will you come back in a heartbeat? Don't be confused of what a great thing we can be We'll take a walk at the same street C...