Åh, nostalgi!

All this stuff is making me old.
It's dangerous to live, I am told.
This planet looks so cute but it's cold.

I couldn't feel love,
and I couldn't think straight.
I couldn't feel trust,
and I couldn't trust fate.
My newfound lover.


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