Nostalgic
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Last published Sun, Sep 23, 2018
I wrote this to reflect back on how I feel everytime I look at London from my primary perspective.
How I felt when I first came here.
I wanted to write down how it feels to love a place so much but still have the pain of leaving something behind.
Hope you guys like it.
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