History repeats itself, every similar moment reminds me of the past times when a period of my life changed with another one. After the end there should be something - just like behind a fence there is another garden or even a field. And when I see some people come and go out of my life I keep reminding myself of my own experiences.
The good memories remain. The bad ones fade away. The new things are learned and the old ones perhaps forgotten.
The storm of the excitement of something new and the satisfaction of the past memories.
The silence remains only in the ears of those who stay. Until it's time for them to go away...
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