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In the far hours of the night, I stare at the ceiling contemplating my life the tugging nostalgia can never last, but I cling to it - Because I'm only ever happy in the past.

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Published: Apr 14, 2021
Time: 1m

Notes: Because I'm all for that existential cringe
Tags: #nostalgia

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