Moving On

We wake up and we realize the day before this is over.


We can never relive. We can never go back.


There are great days, there are amazing days, and there are bad.

That night of absolute joy and celebration with everyone you love? It has passed.

That minuscule, miserable day that made you feel like oblivion itself? It's gone.

So breathe deep and keep your head held high, because we're changing, we're shifting, and we're moving on, whether we want to or not.



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