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the firsts become lasts and the lasts become firsts all good things come to an end every relationship can live or burn people come and people go taking up on the current of life you try and cling to their remains and you deafen yourself with your cries it's hard to even think that in a year, everything will have changed don't let go and don't forget but don't let things be forced or feigned so much to wonder too much to breathe i still wonder where we will stand when you leave
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
make like a tree and leave
the firsts become lasts and the lasts become firsts all good things come to an end every relationship can live or burn people come and people go taking up on the current of life you try and cling to their remains and you deafen yourself with your cries it's hard to even think that in a year, everything will have changed don't let go and don't forget but don't let things be forced or feigned so much to wonder too much to breathe i still wonder where we will stand when you leave
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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