Jan 16
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 scattered
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights
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 scattered
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.
I never felt more alone.
(31/M/Mariupol/Pluto)
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