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This quiet, dark, cold weather brings with it the nostalgia of the past

No matter what, I'm seated with the feelings of the familiar, with the painful.

There's never a time where the yellow leaves bring in unsurmounted joy

It's an ache in my heart for whatever reason

The loneliness

The duties

Realizing your summer bucket list only has one thing crossed over

Admitting you failed your youth and acknowledging you actually prefer it that way

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