I remember how it feels at 4AM. It feels alive, listening to any song with a feeling that easily sticks up with me. I remember the temperature, I remember my fear and the danger, and I also remember how it actually seems as the moments aren't passing by. I feel so alive these times. Times I'll get myself, old, remembering. Portals to my youth whenever I get old
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