The ice of friends and love.
What is love? Is it butterfly's in the stomach?
Wanting to see them again? Love is a forgotten memory.
For within me is a big heart, with a small home.
Love was something I used to know, same with friendship.
Yet now I don't know, what is here and what is not.
Friends used to come and stay, yet now we are like ice drifting apart in the vast ocean.
It seems like everything drifts away, to never return.
To leave me behind, to be forgotten.
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