I wonder why people are so temporary,
Why all of a sudden my perfect, motioned world seems so blurry.
You said you understood me, you said you'll stay,
Then why, after earning my trust, did you go away?
I wait everyday for that one single reply,
You left, fine. But why didn't you bid me decent goodbye?
God perhaps depicted people as the leaves on a maple stem,
They just shed away, they're way too busy, that's why I hate being around them.
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