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Nostalgia Aug 2014
Everyone says that they will never leave you
That they will always be there for you
Yet how can you expect someone to stay
When even the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins aren’t permanent?
Nostalgia Aug 2014
I came into existence as fresh as a flower
Full of aspirations and dreams
Which now wilt away
From societal screams

I abuse myself
Ripping myself from my roots
Pedal follows pedal
Onto the cold hard ground

I stopped knowing whats real
Not knowing how to feel
Losing all sort of direction
And turning toward silence

I abuse myself
Ripping myself from ground
My petals fall
And I do nothing at all.

— The End —