I can't remember when things actually felt better
I look at my past through rose colored glasses to justify my constant yearning for a time I can't go back to
I will try to recreate it time and time again and yet it just feels sad and tired and almost like my soul is hungry for any other time than now
There's nothing I can really do
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poetry
PuisiI'm a new writer and I put a bunch of my poems into one story. they do not connect to each other.
