Seasons change.
Flowers wither. Our mind changes, our heart changes. Nothing ever stays the
same. It hurts sometime; yes I am not going to lie. The person you think you
once knew might just surprise you the very next day and in a blink of an eye,
all that you’ve left with is a stranger. Expect too much, you’ll get hurt.
Expect too little, you’ll feel burdened. There’s no way in going right about
this. Everything seems wrong and the tears you drop do not mean anything
anymore. Nobody cares. So you just cry yourself to sleep and hope that your
heart will mend by itself; all fixed and fluttery by the next morning.
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