Though, you will find the answers to your deepest contemplations
Between the shadows of my earliest memories,
As I walk into the place that I called home
Early in my years
Waves of nostalgia devour me
Because it's all too new
And everything's changing
And I don't like it
I do not like it
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
ПоэзияThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
