I've read and reread our conversations.
I've done this all before.
I look at my reflection and see how far I've come.
I know I'm not who I used to be.
I look at my feet, and see how far they have taken me.
All the miles I have walked.
All the places I saw, and places I stood.
I look at my hands and see all the things I have made.
Everything I have ever written.
Every game and person I’ve played.
I know I've done this before.
I wonder if there is anyone left.
Or did I already have enough?
Is there a reason we met? Will I see you again?
I've done this before, so
I look for more.
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