Do you know the feeling of passing by someone who was once so close and not being greeted or given a smile as if being strangers to one another?
Have you ever really thought about it? What's the use of "picking up the pieces" when it'll crumble again? It's better to throw the pieces away. Certain people should be blessed with what they have. I know, I try to. But sometimes some things are out of control. I'm saying that in general and the first sentence as an example.
Time doesn't wait for you to move along with it.
So, what hell do you go through before you came to realize Earth is a less hell-ier place too, huh? It could be your day sometimes. But on other days, it's against you.