I am accused of being a negative ranter.
But at the very least, I am a realist.
I know
I had you last year
Struggle to keep you today
And wih every passing day
Is just me getting closer to "losing" you.
Its inevitable.
We meet. Experience. Enjoy.
To leave each other anyway.
By choice or by fate.
Always part ways. In the end.
So, as I said. I am not excited.
Not really.
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