A year has gone by and still there are promises in our lies
Twelve months have passed and still we want to make things last
Forty-eight weeks have gone by and and still we want a second try
Three-hundred and sixty-five days have passed and I can't forget how I ruined us in the past
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These Are The Moments I'll Remember Most
PoetryA collection of poetry that was written by myself in different periods of my life.
