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Soon to be a year and i have little

to fear my dear, i lie on the fiddle,

solve the riddle, learn as much as i can,

only then do i move on, now i can,

we would have never made it, i believe,

because you enjoyed the silence, not cause you decided to leave,

i grieved because the life i always wanted,

was almost in arms reach, now the thoughts taunted,

i don't think there was ever a single way,

to change our minds, we love the single way,

still every single day, though not nearly as much,

i think of your smile, your eyes, your touch,

it's not so much, so i live each day okay,

i can take any pain, write and smile it away,

found a sure way to get it all out and i'm happy,

just awaiting lifes hand to again slap me.