"how could i endure one more sunrise in this cold and unfamiliar place
Where friends pass by like autumn leaves, only to stay for a season
My heart dead to the smallest act of compassion
It gave them no reason to break the cycle of the passers-by
Their actions made trust a failed practice
So here i stand on this hill alone, never turning back
In hopes that the past will fade"
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