So many people going away. So many people going separate ways. Long friends, having to make amends. Great memories; Now having to say goodbye. Trying to stay strong and not cry. Now having to live on your own and begin your own world; Knowing things won't be as they used to be now that you're free, Life is for our making. Life is for our taking. Those friends shall live on in your mind, So remember them with a laugh and not a cry. Be happy as they will be living their own lives. Saying you know their future will be bright is a lie.Just say "Good luck", and try to survive.
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