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Somebody that I used to know

"I'd never thought that we will come to this point, where the silence is more suffocating than comforting, where our conversations are so forced you can hear the insincerity. We used to be one, but now we're so different it's like it never happened. Maybe our forever is over."

"People change, and you have to accept that. Nothing wrong with separation, maybe it is what we need in order to grow"

"When someone so important to you changes to something, you need to learn how to adapt. You work your way through it and find another link that connects you together. Saying separation is inevitable is a coward's way of telling someone that they don't matter anymore"

"You jump to conclusions easily. You don't know how much it hurts to see that we're now strangers, to constantly miss what we used to be. But is it smart to dwell in something for too long? No. You get sad and you move on."

"It must not hurt that bad if you're not even trying to fix it. But maybe I am wrong, maybe I feel too much and think too little. This is going nowhere. I wish you the best. Maybe we'll see each other some other time, or maybe we won't. Or maybe we'll bump each other on the street and change polite smiles and move on with our lives. Goodbye."


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