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One person waits, waits for someone who promised her he'd be back.

She was almost never noticed

So many people feel alone or forgotten.

We never take notice of time, until it catches up to us

There is no winning war. There is only varying degrees of losing.

One can see it, but never truly appreciate it for what it is until it's too late.

What it means to be Immortal