People come and go like waves.
Some you'll never meet again,
their existence brief.
Some you'll meet once or twice,
their existence briefly intertwined.
Some you'll meet more than twice,
their existence slightly intertwined.
Some you'll meet everyday of your life,
their existence severely intertwined.
But people are like waves,
they come and go as the earth sees.
Yet even those that you met briefly,
will still remain in the same waters you swim.
Those people will still be chipped into you memory.
Those people are like waves,
waves of a bigger ocean.
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Little Things in Life
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