
Not a Harry Styles song,
Neither anything prime
Just memories flooding,
Of that old time
.
Years have passed,
Personalities changed,
Wouldn’t even recognize
If met old selves
With a dying urge to be well-liked
Most on journeys to explore,
To build new connections,
To find something more
Now walking past old friends
doesn’t seem strange,
Other’s thoughts feel wrong
Perhaps that’s just teenage ?
~DuoDisseminators
Beautiful piece! Is this Khushi, Kunjal, or both? Loved this!
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Thanks Stara, this is Khushi 😀
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Cool! I meant the poem…
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JHSADHGSAH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT!!!!!!
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THANKSSS!
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