These Spring nights are feeling more and more like those in Summer.

This air seems familiar. I feel nostalgic, but it’s not a good feeling, it’s a bad one. As I’m sitting here doodling with my fine-liner and listening to R’n’B I once loved over a year ago, one hundred thoughts fly through my mind. I’m thinking about the memories we once shared and why they stopped.

I guess the past is the past because whatever once was didn’t make it to my future for a reason.

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