Overdose

Nostalgia is a drug I’ve taken too often. Drunk off one too many memories, I’ve woken up with terrible hangovers of you the next morning.  I’m addicted to revisiting my past when I should just let it go, leave it be.  Instead, there’s always that craving, that desire to go back.  That promise to myself that this would be the last time.

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