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Don’t take me home nostalgia lingers in my soul like the taste of that forbidden fruit like the taste of water and air when drowning don’t take me home a survivalist without nostalgia is a fish out of water quietly listen to the quest of my heart as each drift is justified and each love story is a battlefield a ****** fight   I fear I, the survivalist, fear becoming nostalgic for love.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
The survivalist's nightmare
Don’t take me home nostalgia lingers in my soul like the taste of that forbidden fruit like the taste of water and air when drowning don’t take me home a survivalist without nostalgia is a fish out of water quietly listen to the quest of my heart as each drift is justified and each love story is a battlefield a ****** fight   I fear I, the survivalist, fear becoming nostalgic for love.
alireza-zibaie
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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