the past, what we were is a rosy Hew now. something i can look back on and smile about because the pain is forgotten, i can't remember the moments, the times, miss them, but know that there may be better moments and times one day, with someone else.
nostalgia is an interesting feeling. now the clouds have parted there is a bit more sunlight. so close the door but don't lock it, you may not want to go back now, but maybe one day.
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The random scribbling that comes to my head, that i must put somewhere. The insane babble that is the work of my mind and that stuff only i understand.
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