Nostalgia stings my eyes
reminisce about my past
back when i didn't think it was a luxury to die
I beg you all
bring me back my slingshot and kites
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoésieNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
AN OLD FRIEND
Nostalgia stings my eyes
reminisce about my past
back when i didn't think it was a luxury to die
I beg you all
bring me back my slingshot and kites
