Without Love
People cross paths without leaving a lasting trace.
Conversations end where they began.
There are moments of connection, but they do not linger.
The heart remains untouched by attachment.
Time becomes measured by tasks instead of feelings.
Hours pass cleanly, without anticipation.
Thoughts belong only to the present moment.
No one follows you into your silence.
And when distance comes, it changes very little.
Memories fade as naturally as passing weather.
There is no ache, but there is no warmth either.
Life remains complete, yet strangely unaccompanied.
We Win Together
One Mission
One Goal
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