by khadjahelaine
I’m one to save old messages
They’re like letters from the past
Never to be spoken again
Maybe I’m too sentimental
A little bit of a hoarder
Just a smidge
But there is beauty in keepsake
Reflecting in nostalgia
A warm hug on a gloomy evening
Hope for tomorrow
A memorial, a guide for days to come
Maybe one day I’ll clear my camera roll
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