Old friends, old times
Lost in the sounds of life...
Preoccupied,indifferent,engrossed
In the daily routine.
Thoughts are piled
With each passing moment
Searching for the purpose of being
In the present time.
Yet, my dear friends,
You are remembered.
You are missed.
You are thought of.
You are in my mind.
Not forgotten,
Just burried in memories...
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