Strangers

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Any message is also a message,
It shows attitude, really, to you.
It’s so simple: it means, you’re not special
‘Cause type message is easy to do.

Such is life. And close ones become strangers.
It’s a pity, but life’s cruel sometimes.
Every day hope is fading and fading,
Every minute the time’s going by.

And the memories also will vanish,
Fade away first, and then even die
Such is life. You can never replenish
Lack and absence. Don’t try. And don’t cry.