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To think that our time is almost over

yet awaiting only a new step, an

open door, opening up to countless

others is, to put it simply, unfathomable.

A paradox of the sublimest nature,

gentle, yet unyielding, like a kiss.

To think that I shall ever forget you

is, to put it plainly, blasphemous.

Dear to my heart you shall ever be,

never to fade in the ravages of time.