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The Year Gone By: 2010

It started,
with the memories of loss
of a person who i thought
would never say bye.


Then it went a bit further,
in a pretty lousy manner
it was really hard seeing
my hopes of success almost die.


Along came the summer,
brought me back home
was introduced to a 'professional' world
where new people said hi.


I got back to college,
rains washed away my fears,my tears
hope began to glisten again
and i was ready to look into the sky.


By the year end,
things had improved quite a bit
found a new friend to talk to
to whom I just couldn't lie.


Staring into the new year,
I feel my goals are a bit more clear
i can do a lot more
than to look back and just cry.

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