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Five years ago flew by
Now, already remote
The rolling of the years
They’re already afloat
Your past self
Already a ghost
When you stand still
You begin to grieve your previous skins
Wonder why you had to forget and kill
Old personalities just to multiply new
So, you cling on to specific moments
Promise not to forget, you never will
But it is not uniqu...
Wednesday 4th September 2024 10:51 am
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