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Echoes of Change
Time's hand has turned, I've seen it clear, In weeks that passed, a shift draws near. Once joyous bonds now disappear, Replaced by cold and distant air.
Familiar faces, now estranged, In their indifference, I am pained. Perhaps my struggles have arranged This scene where I no longer remain.
Though words are hushed, their eyes reveal The truth of how they truly feel. Whispers follow where I tread, A sign that I should find elsewhere to thread.
In this changing world, I must find my place, Where warmth and welcome still embrace.
Familiar faces, now estranged, In their indifference, I am pained. Perhaps my struggles have arranged This scene where I no longer remain.
Though words are hushed, their eyes reveal The truth of how they truly feel. Whispers follow where I tread, A sign that I should find elsewhere to thread.
In this changing world, I must find my place, Where warmth and welcome still embrace.
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