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People come, people go..
They let you feel their presence
at some point but inevitably turn their backs on you..
They're like wind, they let you feel their breeze but soon be gone,
and what you have then?nothing, soon not even a trace of their soulless blow.
Are we really meant to say goodbye? Are we crafted to bear the pain? Are we here to spoil every moment in our lives waiting for someone never meant to come back?
Cruel but its reality.. So why mess up? Life is pretty short
for damn regrets, for depressions, for pains..
Time may break--yet it's also the
same time that crafts
a character in us..
"we're up!":)