An entrance here, an exit there,
Some welcomed, some are not,
They come as quickly as they go,
Like some planned out plot.
Its like a never ending queue,
It moves with years & Time
One leaves, but it is not the end,
Another waits in line.
The Hellos are ever present,
The Goodbyes are very few,
Like stitches undone without warning,
On a cloth that someone sew.
One by one they come,
One by one they go,
Some people leave their marks,
Some leave scars & blows.
Tomorrow will bring another day,
Another will enter my life,
But none will stay forever,
None will ever survive.
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"Some people leave their marks,Some leave scars & blows." <3
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