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Why do some people make it seem like when we flip the calendar everything is going to change, Because, to me, the thought of doing that has always been kind of strange.
I put the tape  in the VCR last night, watched years flash by in reverse,  watched it all come undone then I flicked out the tape  looked at the black box of memories  and stories 
A seventeen years fight.  With me, myself, and I.  A seventeen years match. When will it end? A seventeen years battle. When will I gain the upper hand?  A seventeen years combat. 
Through all the wind, and all the tremor, I swear times do indeed get better.   Through all the failures, tears, and scars, I swear you'll reach the golden stars.  
Him
I remember him, He was strong and full of joy, It was him I loved. Taking for granted, What once was forever mine, Caused him to be gone.
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