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Sep 2020
I drank a whole glass of nostalgia,
Took a flight around time,
And found myself sitting where I started,
In a state of unnerving silence,
Thinking about how the thunder
Stored in my swollen heart roars,
whenever Iā€™m somewhere,
Lost in my memories.
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AE  F
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