nostalgiaA Poem by lovI am not 16 years old anymore. Now, that I am stuck in a past life or something I would like to die, go back in time. The flowers would smell all year and it snows in summer. Sweets were just sweet, now they make my mouth dry. To love was just something I wouldn´t dare to do. -lov
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