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Nov 2021
To think anything is permanent is ridiculous,
Not this moment, not a budding relationship, not even family.
Yesterday is just that, yesterday.
Love dies, people fade, and nobody in the end is ever indefinite.
Nobody except yourself.
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m  23/F/Ontario
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