Baggage of Nostalgia 

I was going through my old stuff from years ago, AGES AGO and my heart felt heavy, soaked in the feeling of betrayal.

The environment I was surrounded by was slowly turning into a state of fatal anoxia.

some parts of me still aches from putting up with that mess for so long but, for a lesson that can never leave pass me, I forgive myself.

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