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Seven a.m. The garbage truck beaps as it backs up. And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away. Could I push rewind? The credits traverse, signifying the end. But I missed the best part. Could we please go back to start? Forgive my indecision. Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side. But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride. Eleven a.m. By now you would think that I would be up. But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made. And what did I find? I never thought I could want someone so much. Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear. Forgive my indecision. I am only a man.