• chaoticallysmallpoetry


I keep having dreams about my old school. Seeing the playground and my old classmates run around Is nostalgia But now it is apartment buildings. Where I spent half my education has been covered by a two bedroom two bath.

The school only exists in my mind and disappears when I wake. Like a magician showing their final trick. Only I hate it. I hate not being able to visit where I once grew up I hate not being able to see what the school could be come.


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