If you leave me tomorrow, there’s one thing you can’t change.
Take a minute to resist, then years of time to watch you leave.
There’s nothing left to prove it’s me, but the outside world can never change.
I gave you my most stupid age, you return me the heaviest memories.
I wish I’d said all the words I have in mind today.
You think the same way but none of them ever remains.
The very fast blink is what I fear the most,
I would have seen it only once when I’m dying old.
Where had I been, when the story was happening?
Where had I been, when the story was happening?
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slipklove’s comment meant the new title, easy and fit prelude.