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I don't go there anymore.
I don't see them anymore.
I don't want that anymore.


But the thoughts linger still,
And my dreams do as they will.
My nostalgia never noticed
Where I was only where I'd


Been. So I told myself something
About making the most and
The dedication and discipline
It takes to get what you want.


My hands didn't listen and
My heart only half heard,
My mind never present
Definitely didn't, so I
Chose to drink and decline.


Now I'm here. With only a vague
Sense of direction but more
Denial and disappointment
Than anything else and I
Yearn for escape and escapade.


It doesn't come. Doubt seeps in
And then it begins again.


I want to go there.
I want to see them.
I want days past.