I was nostalgic for a place I had never been
Some sort of memory that hadn't come to pass
It surged within me
And I couldn't quite understand
I needed that pleasure
That memory of nothing
Needed to become a reality
I craved it in every aspect
A recollection of what hadn't happened
Until it did
Now I am nostalgic for that place
I call home
Inside Voices
By camikeet
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