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All the years, how they pass, Unhurried but veiled, Like being seen through glass The games we played, Minecraft and FNAF, The things we saw, Social media and war, What we smelled, Vanilla and Citrus, What we heard, Bet and cringe, What we touched, Soft and jagged, What we tasted, Sweet and sour, What is this feeling? It’s left me so…cold, It could only be Nostalgia, A disease of the old.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
Nostalgia
All the years, how they pass, Unhurried but veiled, Like being seen through glass The games we played, Minecraft and FNAF, The things we saw, Social media and war, What we smelled, Vanilla and Citrus, What we heard, Bet and cringe, What we touched, Soft and jagged, What we tasted, Sweet and sour, What is this feeling? It’s left me so…cold, It could only be Nostalgia, A disease of the old.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
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