Life is fickle, life is fast,
And most Friendships do not last,
So we travel all alone,
And our Present is our past.
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my uncle told me after my dad died that the past is gone, but it's not. the past clings to you. I'd love to forget my dad ever existed, but I can't shake the sadness he put into me. maybe others can leave the past, but it follows me. L