everything is superficial in this world. nothing is constant. nothing is real enough to be considered infinite. they say they will be there for you, but in the end . . promises are meant to be broken after all. unbreakable bonds and oaths have loopholes too. love is fickle and unpredictable, they'll say they'll love you until the end of their days but there'll come a time when that love will run dry. friendships are like a glass with a fracture at its side and with just a push from the table, it will shatter. this is a part of life's truth. anything can change in a span of a second. there may be those lasting parts: true love, real friendships, unbroken promises . . but the glass isn't always half-full. It is sometimes half-empty. this is the other side of this gray world.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
شِعرThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
