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Sep 2020
It’s always a couple of years ago that were the best years of my life
Two years from now, this will be the best year of my life
Though it’s a year like any other
Underwhelming

Nostalgia will **** me
In its grips I am headed for destruction
I long for the times death knocked at my door
I long for the days I was sad and alone and my heart would break each and every day

Nostalgia will **** me
When it sinks it’s teeth in I find myself howling for an escape from right now
Right now is where my life is
And I don’t want it

It you took me back two years, to the best years of my life
I’d soon remember that I’d shot just two years too short
And on it continues
This year would be wasted staring into the previous
And soon enough this year would be the best year of my life

I would long to return
And on it continues
In a flash, my time is up
I find myself looking back through all years
I cannot find my favourite
I can barely remember them at all
It is then that I realise nostalgia has killed me
My life is over
And it was spent longing for elsewhere
Written by
Jack May
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