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Dec 2015
I have to look at old pictures
From past adventures
Misplaced experiences
Remember what it felt like
Before the world fell at my feet
And I try to remember what it smelled like
What it sounded like
But I can't get back there anymore
So I look at the pictures
Reminisce about the times before you
(This wasn't about you until it was)
Side note: this was actually meant to be about my depression but then I realized it sounded like I was talking about a past love. I hold hands with them both so I guess it all makes sense.
Written by
Ally  California
(California)   
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