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Jan 4
there is this feeling after reading the stories you once did when you were still a young innocent child. it is somewhat sickening, rooted from lost hope. a similar feeling when i realized my childhood was over.
nostalgia could be poison when rooted in regret for unwanted growth. life was better before i was able to cook by myself.
scarmaya nicole
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scarmaya nicole  18/F
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