Whenever I read posts from old friends,
I hear their voice I remember when we were little kids.
Is it the personality I can relate to?
When we hang out every once in a blue moon,
I recognize a part of you that has never changed.
So much missing right now...
Better to miss than to grow tired, I guess.
We can never go back to what we once were.
as time fades away...
we become legends of our time.
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