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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

Last Time

Last time I saw you; last time I saw myself.

We were so young, so innocent;

so damn entitled.

 

I remember meeting you

in the golden hours of the day,

and we'd sit together

avoiding growing up.

 

I miss those days,

I miss being stupid.

 

But I haven't seen you in months;

you could never stay long enough.

So I had to find out through someone else.

 

Now, my heart is breaking

but you probably think

I don't give a shit,

but how could I not.

 

I can't leave the past behind.

No matter how much I try;

no matter how many times I get hurt,

I can't stop myself from running to you.

 

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