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The irony of fascination is that sometimes it's a one way road that can only take you so far. The long black pavement unfortunately will one day come to an end, And there you are standing at the cliff of a mountain, with no more road in front of you. So where do you go from here? Do you dare to look down on wasted time and chances that slipped out of your fingertips or do you lift your chin to the clouds and breathe in the blue air in hopes that maybe one day another road will meet in the exact space that you just so happen to be standing...

 
-m.c.-

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