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Dec 2015
Just like how a familiar fragrance
stopped you from walking,

made you wondered your memories.
'Where it came from?'
'Who it came from?'

And just like that,
It isn't hatred anymore.

It might hurt still,
But it isn't hate nor sadness.

It is longing.
Longing for that fragrance you once loved.

And just like that,
You have long for that feeling again.
thepsychkid
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