friends that match my self are hard to find,
once found, time will only lead to hardships.
how i wish my schedule weren't as tight,
so i can go and find these friends of mine.
hilltop, i miss you all.
life is floating fast away.
like the life battered by wind,
i'm left with bruises all over.
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