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Goodbye

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katr14

Published: Oct 26, 2011

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I saw you
But now I don't see you anymore
The time was running out
Our time together was final
And most of my life you were done
You needed to live through others
Like through me
And even when you did so
You never gave up
You were always ready for a challenge till the end
You were always talking before thinking
Always telling the truth
And that was not always for the best
But we loved you anyway
We saw you
Your bubbling energy
Your straightforwardness
Your lust for life
I miss you
You were a fighter
A one of a kind
One that shouldn´t have left
But time passes
And we don't control what happens
We just know it will happen
I just know I cried
I just know it ended
I just know it was for the best
Still I wish it could be different
That everything was a fairytale lie
But I have to face reality
The time passed
Even through I would wish that I could rewind it
I must be grateful to have known you
And I am
Because I saw you
And now I don't see you anymore

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