I know things aren't the same anymore, the sky won't be that blue again, the poem won't repeated at the same rhythm again -- but I know that we're there for each other, always.
It's been many years, and I still remember you the same.
It's me who are changing.
I changed, a lot.
And for a much better me,
I guess.
Thank you for describing the 17 years old me, so well.
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