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Looking back I grow warm inside

When loved family members were still alive

All of the things that I took for granted

We all grow older, faster than we could possibly imagine

Do not regret mistakes previously committed

Life's too short to wish to re-live it

I guess I'll sit back, and remember the good times only

The bad memories will always be present, but will NEVER own me





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