If time could turn around...
If I had chosen the other way...
I would never have met my very good friends...
I will be moved again at the end of the year...
And my friends...
Will just be the burden of sadness for me...
Like feathers that vainish in the winds...
Like rain that drys upond the earth...
Like fire that smears in the waters...
I will be forgotten i their memories...
Like I was before...
I will soon become someone who has never existed at that palce...
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" I am the Master of my Fate, and the Captain of my Soul "