when it feels like you just wanna go back to either where you left or first started; when the mind isn't yet too crowded or the heart wasn't yet hardened by fears or sadness or hurt; when these eyes, even if they were closed could always see the brightest skies and the most beautiful scenes; when every word was good when uttered and heard; when the world was nothing but a rhythm that blends in the air we breathe and there was life where we were humans and that was our being and that being wasn't yet a has been and it was so full and real.
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