i have a sort of nostalgia
that
appeals to the senses.
a childhood that
smells like cigarette smoke
and has the faint image of
a ring-shaped stain
from a beer mug.
looking back, everything
tastes like a secret recipe
and feels like
frustration.
in my memories, all i can hear is
laughter.
now, living
a bitter numbness, i
fear i'm just a shell
of what i used to be.
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