Pero a veces no se puede evitar, tienes que regresar, te guste o no. And so, here I am.
Going backward on my footsteps. Seeing myself years back and feel nothing. There was no nostalgic tinge to it, I was plainly looking at the ghost of years past, and waved in recognition as it passed me by.
The future is what troubles me now. Change in scenery, needed yet feared, as is all that remains unknown.
like you...
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