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One day, when I'm dazed on the road, I look up the sky and the clouds will look different. One day when I get up and sit there, I think about how my life is not the same.
One day, when I start walking to the north, I look back at the memories, seeing how this started. One day, when I stop on the side of the road, I will realize my passion isn't here.
One day, I will run to the north again, wondering what is up there. One day, I will stop running, and see where this goes. One day, I will cry at the memories I wanted to be in.
One day, I sing while walking on the road again, waiting for what is up there. One day, I will get there and look back at that road....that road that seemed like a memory. <3