With someone I was thick in contact.
For a while I looked away in my chat.
When I looked back at him to renew ties,
We found that we have moved away quietly.
Maybe he has outgrown the situation.
Maybe I have outgrown the situation.
We are not what we have been in relation.
To lose friends and get new ones in one's life
Is to lose cells and get new cells for one's growth.
16.07.2017
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