The ones we are closest with
seem always to be farthest away
The ones right beside us are distant
The days have passed, but the memories remain
Feelings last no longer, but in memory they are contained
A couple years
Such a while
Such a brief period in life
A couple weeks
A couple months or days
A second is all that it takes
One change
One effort to strive
A singular passion
No distractions
Just living a life of exuberance, excellence, and pride
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singular passion, excellence and pride, good writing, thanks.