It stinks to realize that something you thought
would always be stable
never would end
could always be counted on
.is over.
Things change
people change
ideals-rituals-traditions change.
I suppose I’ve got to deal with it.
And get over it.
I can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to be held.
would always be stable
never would end
could always be counted on
.is over.
Things change
people change
ideals-rituals-traditions change.
I suppose I’ve got to deal with it.
And get over it.
I can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to be held.
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