Nostalgia. I remember when you held my hand. You said you would come again. I remember when I was just 3. The feeling of nostalgia bubbles up inside me. The feeling that never goes. You never feel whole. We used to play every hour. And you used to cook and I would play with flour The feeling of nostalgia bubbles up inside me. The feeling never goes. I cry every night. Still I don’t see a soul.
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