my friends; summer, winter, spring and autumn.

Friends come and go like seasons.
When you ask, "why" they don't have very good reasons.
Maybe its pettiness and maybe its not.
Maybe you're too pretty and maybe you're too hot.
But either way they leave you quick than it takes to blink.
And when they leave you, you just end up better off than you think.
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