TRøML

Of life, of love, of loss, of bittersweet tragedy
Of everything that life itself has done to me

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Starting from the younger days, the days that we took for granted
To the days that we realised that, wanting to live in the past again.
From the time that love was in our hearts, nothing could keep it from being planted
To the days when the tree was cut down and our hearts were far beyond mend.
From times when my sadness is lifted and I cannot help but smile,
To times when the smile is once again replaced.
From love and relationships that lingered for a while,
To standing all alone with life itself to face.
Because no one on earth can take their place.