Way Of Life

The days spent missing you start to fade. The love we shared becoming a blissful memory. We had it all, or so I thought. I know our love was true, if only it lasted a few weeks. The happiness you brought me, you will never know. The pain you caused me, may you never feel the same. The time we shared together was small but the dreams we had, too big. Our hopes were built up to be knocked down.

This is the way of life.





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