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Tempus Fugit

Oh, how time flies

It has been one year to the day since you left us,You took your life and fled,You moved to somewhere better,I hope you're settled there instead.The people you left behind miss you,They shed a tear for you each day,Some aren't quite sure why you left them,...

My year is a tornado.Spring is just a breeze as a new year begins. The breeze is cool and life is sweet. Tender.Summer is the warning sign. Winds are harsh. I see the approaching storm. Fatal. Autumn is the eye. It wrenches my life away, sucking love, hop...