By _valiantxsagiii_x from
~(For My Past Self Poetry)
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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.
Dedicated to _valiantxsagiii_x