people come and go out of our lives, and i will be easily let go of and forgotten by most. in fact in a few generations, my name won't even be spoken of.
but thousands of years ago, a man died for me. he died for me. He died for me because he wanted me. Before I was even born. Time is of no essence. He wants me. He will not leave me, no matter how much time may pass, no matter how much distance may separate us, no matter how many times i run, no matter how many times i hide, no matter how many times i forget... He will always be right here, wanting me... I think i just discovered freedom.
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