I am not meant for things that matter.
I am the pit stop between the trash and the grand ball.
I will help you make yourself into a better person, but I will be forgotten.
I will fill your life with majestic encounters and beautiful trembles but there will be better.
Don't apologize, I know my place.
Don't pretend that you don't understand.
Years, tears and smiles have led to my understanding.
I am slowly embracing it all.
In the end, I always end the same.
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