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"People change, so as feeling,
Leaves withered, wounds are healing,
Stories ended, heart are mended,
Thinking and reminiscing about the time that we spend seems ended.
Time passes by, people as well,
Memories of ages feels like living in hell,
So long, so gone the memories we created,
So long so gone, for those happy smiles, now hated.
Nice poem meaningful I love your article.