Don’t remind me of my past
because it’s something I can’t relive
Don’t tell me of tales and legends
because they were never real
Don’t tell me I’m a child
because I can’t remember innocence

I can’t give a damn about myself
because the real me never existed
after those purple clouds of nostalgy floated by
I exist in my present but wallow in my past
in the aimless rush of life
I wander in my soul
looking for a place
where I used to belong
Somewhere that existed only in memory

But I was wrong about forgetting.

I remember the laughter, the tears
the tales and the childish games
I knew innocence once
and I lost it
I can’t live in the past
but only in the vague premises of nostalgy

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my senior wrote that. haiz. how true.