A feeling of nostalgia lingers around my mind
Not seeming to get out.
My very own summer depression.
As it's often called.
When mother nature is at her best
And you not partaking in her quest
A sense of familiarity is here
Stuck within a paradox
Of repeating events
That seem different in the surface
But same in a sense.
One was distant.
The other was mine.
One got away.
The other didn't mind.
Different in the surface
But same in their nature
And I'm the fool
Who didn't see the pattern
And fell twice
As this familiar feeling
Of summer depression
Takes my life
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Existence - Poetry
Poetry"Dreaming, Maybe I'm still breathing" Just a collection of poems I've wrote or I'll write... A place for me where I can express my thoughts and feelings about various things that matter to me and affect me... If you care about these things you are...
