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Today I had a taste of that beautiful nostalgia that you've heard about before and it nearly knocked me off of my bed and onto the floor. It was more of a jolt in my brain that confused me and made the entire world shift, jerking me as I stayed in one place. Everything from the past was so strong, and the beauty was so sad, because its over. I don't know if anything can ever be the same, or if I will ever let it be the same. I'm a selfish bastard and all I want is everything. Until time tells, I have my daydreams and fantasies. You see the only problem with catching a bad case of good nostalgia is that its always hard to shake.