I was only trying to move
I was only beginning
I was holding on to "soon"
I was afraid of committing
I was unfolding into a tomb
I was on the verge of quitting
I was handed the moon
I was told I wasn't living
I was colored all the way through
I was up for the bidding
I am a crooked sculpture carved into two
I am molding into form and shedding
I am going through the motions
I am just beginning
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