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Oh nostalgia... Creeping up at the strangest of times, Triggered by the most random, Pulling at the strings of my heart. Oh nostalgia... Materials I'd never care for, embody his form to me, flooding my atoms with his images. Oh nostalgia... Turning vehicles, table tops, and roads, into the most meaningful of codes. Oh nostalgia, how do you do it?? Nostalgic with an anguish...
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Nostalgic with an Anguish
Oh nostalgia... Creeping up at the strangest of times, Triggered by the most random, Pulling at the strings of my heart. Oh nostalgia... Materials I'd never care for, embody his form to me, flooding my atoms with his images. Oh nostalgia... Turning vehicles, table tops, and roads, into the most meaningful of codes. Oh nostalgia, how do you do it?? Nostalgic with an anguish...
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
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