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As the saying goes, the only thing constant in this world is change, but not for me. The world may have changed, but some remain forever constant. The scary thing is, I have not forgotten anything from when we started this journey, not a day, nor a memory has been buried. Some things are meant to be lost, some are meant to be found, but what about us? Are we to be found or should we be lost in the strife instead?