Glimpse.

when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder, but a glimpse on who I will be. This will not be the last you hear from me, for I'll always be there for you.

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I changed and aged into someone better, not because I chose to, but because I had you in my corner. My life differs than that it was a year ago, and you're to thanks.

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Even though we have drifted apart, and the situation we are in will always destroy me in the inside. But I'll still be kicking and screaming, for I am alive.

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So when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder of our times spent together, but a glimpse on who I am, Who I was, and who I will be. And hopefully down the road, this will not be a bitter reminder to me on who we where, what we had, but, hopefully, as I pray everyday, what we will be..

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