The things I had and never owned,
The loves I loved and couldn’t dare,
The souls I crashed and didn’t care.
The words I’ve written, never told,
The moments hoped and never hold,
The stolen smiles and walked on miles.
The years passed that left me weak,
The days new-born that made me weep,
The hours dark that made me deep,
The kisses rushed that were so sweet.
One year more, one year less,
And oh so much, perhaps too much
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