Griefing Twenties

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i cling to everything: yearbooks, broken bracelets, old classmates photos that i haven't spoken to in years, birthday cards of people that walked out of my life. Im not proud but there are still boxes sitting on my floor, others in the attic. And im not proud that my closet is running out of space.
Nostalgia is a waste of time but my heart yearns for it, is full of it. My mind knows its time to let go, but there's a comforting feeling of holding on in my heart, the feeling of maybe, maybe it will be the same again.