like a lost reverie of hazy fog, are concealed by a dancing mist of the past.
-Forgotten.
Dreams change, Attitudes change, Moods change.
People change. You change.
I want to stop changes, but there's no start/stop button around.
I guess this is part of your growing up, because it's the rightful age of a young adult.
I can't do nothing, but there's nothing I can do.
It's your choice, so go on. "Love friends, hate family" huh?
New style, new concept, brilliant.
Keep going then.
I'll meet you somewhere, at the end of the storm.
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