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Nostalgia for something that never was And things that never will be again Watermelons while sitting in cold tubs outside Happy golden days beneath a window's warmth Which one could have ever been real? Were all those memories I created fake? Am I the real version of myself? Or just another way to cope with what I've done?
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
Nostalgic Fingers Grasp at Nothing
Nostalgia for something that never was And things that never will be again Watermelons while sitting in cold tubs outside Happy golden days beneath a window's warmth Which one could have ever been real? Were all those memories I created fake? Am I the real version of myself? Or just another way to cope with what I've done?
ashlyn-yoshida
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
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