'When the dinner is done, everyone left the table. Everyone but me.
Wandering around the table, so reluctant to leave.
And yet, have to. I left. But with the resit keep holding on.
So strong I hold it. As if with this, I'm always at the dinner.'
Everyone's moving on. New friends, new environment.
For me, new environment, but never open room for new friend.
So stubborn, thinking that I'm still the old me.
Never thought, as times goes by, I'm the one changed the most.
Goodbye old friend.
Goodbye, old me.
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