Oh, this glaring stare of change. What lasts and what doesn't? These vague passing bys resembles those melodious tunes they strum on their fancy guitars.. Sometimes its cheery, other times it kills a part of you. Now, won't you light that stick of not-so-gloomy, and lighten up?
This metamorphosis of the state of the mind just isn't a game i would play.
Now, hop on, cos we'll move on without you anyway.
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