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C'est la Vie

Our lives are based around hellos and goodbyes.

Shallow, quarter second friendships. Moments of peace among the chaos and rippling of this world.

The stupid greetings.

Hello.
Good day.
How are you?

The short little quips we exchange.

Thanks.
How was it?
Where are you?

The fast paced goodbyes, quickly searching for an exit valve.

I have to go.
Night.
Well, look at the time.

The empty gestures of friendship and the soulless, meaningless remarks.
Saying words we don’t mean.
Talking to people we don’t care about.

When does it end?

The moment the coffin meets the Earth.

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