"hold onto the memories; they will hold onto you."
I am gripping the memories like a toddler clutching a baby chick,
unknowingly choking the life out of it,
squeezing even after the struggle stops,
unaware of the heat leaving its body.
I am steeped in nostalgia,
slowly leaking nutrients into the air around me.
I am strung out on sleeplessness,
looking for a fix of anything familiar.
I am a raw fucking nerve.
I just want some fuzzy comfort,
even if it's already gone cold.
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