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Nov 2018
The first year is the hardest they say,
Just get through the first year.
Give yourself the first year to miss them.
The first year I’ve found
Is spent doing a lot of things alone.
Relearning how to do things... alone
Like how to walk through the front door on thanksgiving without you.

The first year you have to learn to be you again.
I think about you every day.
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