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Tears begin to flow as the nostalgia hits.
Thinking of what used to be.
Dreaming of what could've been.
Life goes on whether we like it or not.
Memories fade into lonely daydreams.
The emptiness is building up.
Life is meaningless without a sense of purpose.
Give into the little things.
Let the dreams sweep you away.
Listen to the calling you feel in your soul.
Dance in the rain.
Run with the wind.
Sleep under the stars.
Let life run its course.
Let your soul guide you through the night.
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Beautiful writing, Jasmine.
Made me reflect my past and future