(i hope this is growth)

i'm laying in bed listening to old

songs that used to bring me comfort

and happiness and joy.

now they only bring back sweet pangs of

nostalgia and forgotten emotions.

at least at the time i had people 

to share those feelings with.

now look where i am.

This poem is about: 


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