Nostalgia

A couple of times a year, normally around this time in the morning I get a overwhelming wave of nostalgia. Not the kind you get with Pokemon cards or Harry Potter books, the kind that hurts. 

I find myself looking back at the person I was and the people I knew, and I can feel the scars from the pieces of me that I’ve left behind. The pieces no one else will ever see, the pieces I will never know again.

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