it is 6:13 pm and i am lying on my bed, nostalgic. this gloomy weather just calls for it.
nostalgic about a friend who was lost.
nostalgic about the thoughts of home.
nostalgic about the motherly hug i received today.
nostalgic about the people who are not here with me today.
when will i get over this? not anytime soon i am sure.
but i can do this. i can do this.
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