Sometimes when I sit alone, the memories whisper to me, give me the occasional reminders of things that are now buried deep within my heart. If someday I open the doors, those memories will flood my brain and block my vision, but if I'm being quite honest, for once I'd like to let myself get drowned in the utter nostalgia, feel the burning taste of those little moments from years ago in my chest. Maybe then, they'd feel more real and the blurry lines between the haze in my head and reality will become clearer. How can one be such a prisoner of the past? Oh dear, if you had swallowed the candies of innocence from the olden days, you'd know! You would certainly know!

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Nostalgia~