Snow

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It's like the snow
Unyielding and harsh
Yet we still  it
The feelings in which we chase are always fleeting
Just like winter

The time we share is a promise
The promise of spring, summer, and fall
All coming back
The scars we gain
Mentally and physically
Always hurt like the freezing cold of snow
Yet we always come back

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