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Everyone is different,

Than who they used to be

It seems they all have changed,

Everyone, but me…



I feel I am the only one,

Crying of the past,

The one to think of old times,

Wishing they would have last



Still thinking of dead friendships

And thinking of old life,

Wondering how to forget,

Times cut of with a knife



Friendships I once thought,

Before to be so strong,

But before I knew it,

That friendship was all gone



Everyone is in life now,

Living today and what’s ahead

While I’m stuck, still in the past

Thinking of what now is dead.