Emotions come
And emotions go.
Experiences
Come and go.
Friends come;
Some leave,
While others remain.
But what is left,
In the end,
After this seemingly
Never-ending exodus?
Bittersweet memories:
Fragrant like roses,
But with the thorns intact;
Blunted but still there
So they remind you
What emotions you felt.
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