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I've heard that endings are for lunchtime, college careers and birthdays, Once they come around, they're wont be other times quite like them. I could feel your heart beat vibrating faster each time my hands made a movement to press against your waist, and then slowly silence itself as soon as our arms dressed each other like heavy winter coats. I could've sworn that narrow arms stretched long like highways & interstates; long enough to make you loose sight of custom made licence plates with letters that spell out nicknames. I remember my tire-treaded arms could wrap around your two-laned-traffic yellow dash marks so that you could feel the friction of protection keeping you just enough away from a head on collision. Bumps in the road and all; we always kept going straight. The path seemed endless, but I guess a rubberband heartbeat can loose it's elacticity without another set of arms to bounce back into. So I snapped back with both hands on the steering wheel before crashing dead into the reality you no longer wished for. Lord, I needed your direction. I just wanted to get my life back in the right lane, & it looked like using my father's shoes to accel and the yellow pages for a booster seat wouldn't cut it anymore, so I had to grow up and accommodate my life for a few years of extra leg room. Hit the ground running, move forward and don't give up can sometimes be premature reminders that you just got your licence to live your life again only but a few months ago, so don't rush into something you're not ready to reach for yet. Let your legs grow. Allow your heart to beat in the steps of a one-two rhythm again. Realize that knowledge is power, and free your mind from the slavery of hands twisting at your spinal cord, and words that whip you into emotional retardation. Tell yourself your value is weighted more than the trouble inside the baggage you carry. Take yourself out on a lunchdate. Graduate from one stage of living to the next. Have your birthday cake, cut out a slice for a loved one and then smash your face in it like a toddler would. Follow in your Creator's footsteps, and He will direct your path. 
Enjoy the path ahead of you. 
The future is in sight.

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