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May 2017
I think back to that smell, that person, that memory. I smile because I remember.  All I can think about is who I once was. But eventually I'm knocked back to present time, wishing for something better, wishing for that memory. Why can't I live in the past, never thinking about the future?
I'm a very nostalgic person.
Written by
Daniyah  F
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