December.
Preparing for a new year.
A plan for success.
A belief I could manifest.
January.
New beginnings and resolutions.
A change.
A fresh start.
A new outlook.
I want that for me.
Desperately.
January.
Death.
A reminder.
There is no control in the end.
A funeral.
A memorial rather.
A bad omen?
Starting the year saying goodbye.
I could really use a good year.
January.
Grief.
Nostalgia.
Contemplation.
Reconciliation.
A reminder.
A change.
But don't forget the past.
It's there to remind you of what was.
Trials and traumas.
Lead to where you are now.
A reminder.
Make the most of the time you have left.
Love hard and make the good moments last.
You never know when it ends.
I hope I remember all year what I learned in January.
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