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A long time ago, I believed in forever,

That love alone could conquer all;

I held onto it with faith and certainty,

Like it would never let me fall.

I even tried my luck at a lottery shop,

As if chance could mend what I had lost,

As if fate could shape better endings

Without asking what it cost.

But time is the ultimate truth teller,

It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t lie;

It slowly strips what we imagined

And leaves us only what survives.

I lived with a near-sighted vision,

Seeing only what I hoped was there,

Missing the cracks beneath my footing,

The relentless shifts I wasn’t aware of.

The room grew into a suffocating space,

Filled with dried flowers, empty bottles;

Old paperwork stacked in corners

Like a pile of promises we never kept.

And somewhere between what was and now,

I learned to loosen my grip on "forever"...

Not everything is meant to last,

But some truths are meant to be remembered.