Not a day goes by without you on my mind.
Everyday, a constant reminder,
Of why I live, who I am, and who I'm suppose to be.
The reason I live, my purpose, my passion, my destiny.
The moment is growing near, the moment of absolute completeness.
Everything leading up to that exact moment,
That exact day, time, feeling.
We don't know when, where, or how,
We just know someday,
Everything that will be will somehow find it's way.
M. Fitzgerald
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