What’s lost is lost. Its possibility of being found and fixed. Unknown.

From fights that happened, from a person’s fear.

From all those experiences and memories, wasted.

From those words said that caused fear.

Will friendship once again take root?

Or wither and rot

To be left in the ruins and the dust.

To be forgotten.

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