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There are things that make me think of you

Things that only you would do

How does one move on

When all they knew are now gone

Some say you smoke to remember and drink to forget

But these days both remind me of that day

The late winter, the frigid cold

I think it snowed that day, or maybe it rained

I guess it’s all the same

Days pretending everything’s okay

Nights conveying I’m still sane

When will it end, the matter of coping

I guess we’re just stuck, simply hoping

One day all will be fine

As they say…only with time.

-Mid

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