Everything that starts has to have a stop.
A finish line.
A race some might say.
Who gets there first is up to us.
It’s a race to death, lunch or being a great friend.
We can only go forward never back.
We have wished this a time or two.
Things that come are things that sometimes sadly must go.
This race isn’t perfect.
You have to jump the hurdles and go around the bumps to get to the end.
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