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It's every girl's nightmare, to finally have to admit and be able to say," you've changed".
They always say that time heals everything, but they have failed to also mention that time damages everything.
Just like how we get bored of something through the course of time, the very thing that used to catch our eyes is now sadly, invisible.
Well, it is the point of realization that kills, that hits us like a truckful of bricks.
A young man realizing that his youth has ended. An aged woman knowing that that is it, it's her time.
We realize that things had changed, and this change is irreversible. Time has unmistakably done its damage.
Happy 7th month.
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