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feeling nostalgic for the good old times getting comfortable with this sadness somewhere along the line the mind hurts the heart aches the promises lay broken all being part of the battles we've chosen these sufferings and battles fought by everyone each day without knowing if they'll even get to surf the next wave these battles however leave scars behind the ones that make us nostalgic of the lost time these scars are not storytellers of ruin but of what lays deep within and what lays deep within is not ugly or broken it's more or less like a token a token of something beautiful, wild, crazy and free it's a token of what we've become and all that we've yet to be
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
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feeling nostalgic for the good old times getting comfortable with this sadness somewhere along the line the mind hurts the heart aches the promises lay broken all being part of the battles we've chosen these sufferings and battles fought by everyone each day without knowing if they'll even get to surf the next wave these battles however leave scars behind the ones that make us nostalgic of the lost time these scars are not storytellers of ruin but of what lays deep within and what lays deep within is not ugly or broken it's more or less like a token a token of something beautiful, wild, crazy and free it's a token of what we've become and all that we've yet to be
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
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