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To be over something is to ride a speed bump up to its crescent and crush it under tire until the road is wrinkle-free. To be over, some tires have to lose their grip on past reality. To be over someone is to drive a car through potholes to find smooth road ahead. To be over, some one has to say those potholes don't feel like quicksand anymore. Because it is over - you are the speed bump that can become a level crossing. You can watch your train of thought passing by, lay a thumbprint upon the ground and cry Then step back, let the vision vanish into dust Let the life tracks left behind form a new railway. Then, drive away.