Some friendships fade but leave a heavy mark,
A tug that lingers longer than it should;
And when the mind keeps turning in the dark,
We learn not every bond was ever good.
There’s a habit in holding on too tight,
Letting memories outstay what they were
But time reveals, in gentler morning light,
How little truth we ever saw in them.
People chase echoes hoping they’ll feel whole
Trying to revive a warmth long gone
But soon they see the cost of playing roles
For stories that were never meant to last
So when the past grows quiet on its own
It’s simply life making a needed room
And letting go becomes a common tone
A small relief after a long, slow gloom.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
Some friendships fade but leave a heavy mark,
A tug that lingers longer than it should;
And when the mind keeps turning in the dark,
We learn not every bond was ever good.
There’s a habit in holding on too tight,
Letting memories outstay what they were
But time reveals, in gentler morning light,
How little truth we ever saw in them.
People chase echoes hoping they’ll feel whole
Trying to revive a warmth long gone
But soon they see the cost of playing roles
For stories that were never meant to last
So when the past grows quiet on its own
It’s simply life making a needed room
And letting go becomes a common tone
A small relief after a long, slow gloom.
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