Exhausted, yet pursuing.
Words behind my tongue, I bid them to come.
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You are here.
You hold me now.
You keep me moving, when my thoughts beg for rest.
You make sense of me, this frenzied mess.
You know when my cares are many,
Your consolation soothes my soul,
when I don't know where to go...
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