Grow'n Apart
I recallthe feeling of regret that stung my young self without any consideration of my naive and impossible ideals. this is about friendships that we grow out of without even noticing the shift until it's already split the paths that we can only walk alone.
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I recallthe feeling of regret that stung my young self without any consideration of my naive and impossible ideals. this is about friendships that we grow out of without even noticing the shift until it's already split the paths that we can only walk alone.
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