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ppl come, but ppl always go. u get to kno someone, feel something, and get lost, but before u kno it ur no longer lost with them, ur alone in the cold. in all reality thats all that happens, the only person u truely have in life is urself. u meet ppl, build relationships, and get snapped like a twig that was stepped on. the old riddle, if a tree falls with no one around to hear it, does it make a sound. well yea, we're the tree, no one is around and the only thing that knows the sounds happened, is us. ppl betray, leave or die, in the end theres no one there, just me and my dead leaves.