50.

It was then, that this became now.

It was after, that the then became so important.

It was before, that I feared the coming.

It was in the moment, that I feared missing it.

It was without, that I felt with it all.

It was in my possession, when I lost it.

It was pain, before it became beauty.

I was nothing, before you became everything.

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