Change is inevitable, you can’t stop it.
You can’t change the past.
What happens, happens.
Everyone gets older
People come and go, through the revolving door of life.
We say too many goodbyes
So many you get used to the feeling.
Not even a feeling just the numbness, the emptiness, the
black-and-white.
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When someone has become so close that they are family, then they
leave,
It burns like a flame that dances upon the hairs on the back of your
hand, singeing every one as it delicately sways past.
But change is inevitable, you can’t stop it.
You can’t change the past
What has happened, happened.