I want to go back
To that time and that place
How I miss being in that space
Looking in the rear view
Remembering when it was new
I only look back
With rose colored glasses
Eliminate the bad
Forget the stress
Delete all the negative
Clean up the mess
Had I been asked then
I would have wanted out
Nostalgia is the most dangerous drug
It's all I think about.
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Author:
Carter M. Flynn (
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- Category: Reflection
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