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My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scaterred
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights
Realized I don't have any friend left. Did my depression took the best of me? Did I become that dull? Or that's just how being a grown up supposed to be? I really couldn't say...
I never felt more alone.
If
If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line
I am no longer acquainted with hunger.
This flesh has forgotten his name.
This vessel has lost its way.

— The End —