March 22, 2010
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You didn't let go
but somehow the pavement is glistening beneath my tires, the trees are blending together, my heart is racing, the wind is blowing the hair beneath my helmet.
You didn't let go, but somehow I'm racing along this patchrork side walk. I look back and realize you were never holding on, because you weren't there.

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