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Today is almost done.

The trees are starting to fade.

The tide is no longer turning.

My heart is just racing.

It is in a race where there is nothing left to lose.

It has constantly been in last place.

Now it is moving into first.

Just secretly hoping it does not come back to bite.

The things standing in the way, are not making it fast.

It just a hold on the pass, that my heart left to last.

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