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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 scattered All over the world and We've become merely Memoirs to reminisce On my insomnia nights
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Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
Friends
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
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.
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Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
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