Seasons change but the feelings remain the same, the blooms may fall but the beauty is always born again. Every day is a new day for a new chance a new start. I use to and not going to lie still do morn the past but not the events. I morn the time. So much time gone I use to feel suffocated with the thought but now I find myself feeling how much time there is ahead. Let us not cry for the days lost but smile for the days yet to come~
— Trena Pearl Wall
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