East.Side.Back.Street

My friends... my brothers... And then there are 8... 8 left in our wonderful family known as the Marist family... perhaps it is written in the stars that we'd be destined to part... When the age of childishness is but a distant memory... Maturity comes crashing into our lives whether we'd be prepared or not... we are left standing alone... nothing between us and the realities of Life... Time erodes us... taking our innocence away... the people we know ( or thought we knew ) are nothing but passing phases in our lives... Love is given to us yet wrestled off our hands the minute we taste it's sweetness... Hope deceits us into believing that everything will turn out the better... Faith is nothing but a fairy tale story... Life in general looks bleak and grim... Sadness is ubiquitous in the world... Wars abound... plagues devastate... natural disasters strike... When all that we believed in betrays us... We'll always have each other...

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