Your attempt to excuse your actions,
With vacant explanations...
Has aided in the speeding,
Of my forward steps.
And yes...
I can hear your voice.
But further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
I no longer prepare myself,
To have the patience you expect.
Since much of that has already been given.
And I have none left that affords your disrespect.
Further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
Further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
Further,
In the distance...
Your voice,
Gets.
Your voice...
Gets,
Further...
In the distance!
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