Keep Living
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-3:37AM, Sun. May 2nd, 2021- As I run my fingers over this keyboard, that may I just say is in dire need of a dusting, I can't help but feel a sick nostalgia set in that makes my stomach turn.
I find myself Running from my thoughts. My thoughts lead me to my past. My past only reminds me of pain and sadness,Which makes me drown out the good times-Good times have been Forgotten.
