Drawn from the deepest of shallowness,
drops of sprinkled joy hidden beneath pain.
That place housing all the tears used to house laughter and memories.
Very few are the realest of smiles
The last time it wasn't faked, there was no nostalgia. Only childhood friends living a moment, sharing glasses of drinks and having a good time.
Not so often does those moments rerun through my head. I have a fair share in my head, once in a while, I play to give myself hope, praying we'll meet again soon.
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