Poetry - Do not hold back my pace

Do not take my step.
I want to move.
Do not hold my hand,
Leave it open.

Until time can not be measured,
Until the heart does not vibrate,
It will not hurt anywhere for free.
It's up to me, I will not get hurt.

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