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.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
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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