Temporary.

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It's crazy isn't it? How much everything changes. How one day you wake up and you realize you can never go back. You can never go back to the days you miss more than anything. You can never wake up and feel the same. A lot happens. Crazy stuff. It's all very dramatic, but I say it's traumatic. I changed and everyone around me feels the same. They smile the same while I struggle to smile. It's a familiar happiness with a different effect. It's like you feel the same but you know it doesn't mean shit anymore. You can tell me anything you want and you might make me happy for a night, but we both know this is temporary. Everything is temporary. Even me and you.

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