in the back of my mind
a memory I would bring up
The older, the less bright
I brought it before
when I'm alone
my old story
on a shelf
mutate myself
into someone eles
it is old, why I hold?
in the back of my mind
I go back there
familiar, unfair
I keep leaving the present
to keep there alive
new story waiting me
but my old story is so rare
About the Creator
ava
late bloomer
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