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Dear friends have come and gone
Hard it is for souls to connect
To everyone, you cannot be drawn
Meaning isn’t derived when they intersect

Getting to know someone isn’t too difficult
Bonding and syncing with a person is
Sometimes those bonds break with no fault
It hurts, they snap, bubble, and fizz

Be grateful for the ones that exist
Look forward to the future
New things await you, persist
Don’t focus on the suture

Take that leap ahead
Carry those broken bonds with you
Let fate decide if they’re alive or dead
One day they may return anew

Something may take their spot
But they’ll never be replaced
Whether they return or not
Inside of you, everyone has a space

Remember that.

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A couple things have happened this summer, and I guess over a larger period of time, and instead of writing some long rant, I decided to do this instead. I think this will be my last emotional post for awhile.