Your laugh, your eyes, your hands… it's all the same.
Like I am going through same things 8 years after, with a different perspective.
With an elder's eye I feel like I am going to the same things. same stupid jokes,
That were never actually funny.
Something in this kid I met 8 years ago is dead.
The sweet shyness is now surrounded by drugs,
And absolutley nothing to write home about.
It's a bit sad.
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