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"Another year has come and gone", I keep hearing all around me and despite their morose tone I am compelled to reply "Yes, it has" with a hint of satisfaction.
They quirk their brow.
They give me a puzzled look,
but I pay no mind
because... I am thrilled to doeath that time moves forward.
My past is not one I would ever long for.
My good memories are few and far between.
The idea that as life goes on I become farther from my nostalgia soothes me.
Do you know this feeling?
To be free of relivancy?