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Dec 2014
It was two thirds of a year
It was a great eight months
Although it was very difficult
We pushed on to success
We faced major setbacks
Undesirable amounts of pain
And the last but not least
The fear of you leaving earth
In eight months we faces a lot
More than others in two years
Our relationship was unique
And it sure was special to me
But it seems like you forgot
It is just an evil presence to you
And although it's nothing to you
Our relationship meant a lot to me
Part 3 of 4 in the "My Distant Memories" series
Brett W
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