Be my PAL.
Be the one I share things with.
Be the person I always want besides me.
And then
Then change, and let me change.
And both us will expect the other to un-change,
To get back the old figment of ourselves in the figure of the other.
And when that does not happen,
It hurts.
It hurts, and we still try.
But this change changes us and changes the things around us.
We can't cope, we can't find oursleves,
We can't find the others too.
Because everyone changes.
And change can sometimes be disastrous,
So disastrous that-
We become PALs.
Because someone always leaves.
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Words Of An Idle Mind
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