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The old feelings like a magnet
Stick to me ironically
Never did they leave
Even the slightest they holded
It's just a life I live
my past never forgotten,
These Nostalgic notions weave their path
Into my every content
Though I may be perfect into the mirrors of my own space,
Still this oldness of my nostalgia ceases my world with a bit of disgrace
I know it's supposed to be happy
but to a full hell of my past,
It's this mystery that made me a Prodigy
The brightest star in my own glass
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𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 // 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
Puisi𝖠 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒. -𝖭𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺
