It just might be the end of the year, you know? This is the year the world turns. The moment the raft breaks loose, so to speak. We're all headed out, man. Everyone's going their seperate ways and no one is sure at all if they'll look back.
It freaks me out, really. To know all those people I held so close and had such fun and great times with will be leaving for places unknown, but part of me is happy. Everyone is going off to grow and further complicate themselves in wonderful ways. Can you really admire a flower until it blooms?
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It just might be the end of the year, you know? This is the year the world turns. The moment the raft breaks loose, so to speak. We're all headed out, man. Everyone's going their seperate ways and no one is sure at all if they'll look back.
It freaks me out, really. To know all those people I held so close and had such fun and great times with will be leaving for places unknown, but part of me is happy. Everyone is going off to grow and further complicate themselves in wonderful ways. Can you really admire a flower until it blooms?
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