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::: time's curse :::

Everyday's a different day, but it still feels the same. The time has gone, but the memory remains. A nostalgic wave of past Autumns presence chills you from within. The scent of crushed leaves fills the air and kisses your cheeks with every cool breeze that passes by. You close your eyes and picture yourself where these familiar surroundings took over you once before. You remember feeling this desperation, this temptation, and demanding compensation for a reason that is repeatedly unexcused for your abuse. Having this hunger inside, you crave affection and protection against the world's infection.

Written by: ~ manic narcissistic