Saturday, June 08, 2013 0 Comments A+ a-

There comes a time
When friends disappear
There is nothing left
But thoughts and fears

Because as you remember
The times that were spent
The happiness, the laughter
Memories, lamented

There comes a time
When one discovers
That all along, friends,
Were nothing but strangers

Who are strangers with memories.

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