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 Life Next January

If life is like a poetry,

Worries just fade and souls be free,

If the past could stay in time,

Me tears will dry or change to a dime.

I miss me friend, I miss the fun,

I miss the field I used to run.

I want some sweets, I want Lego,

I want back that diner I used to go.

But none of that wishes came true,

It's impossible for him, her, me and you.

The story continues no matter how rough,

I pray that myself would be tough.

Is this the end, or maybe the beginning,

I ask again and again, because I'm freaking.

I'm bringing a new hope in my heart,

Hold me so it won't fall apart.