Nostalgia running up my mind,
The school, college, teachers, freinds,
not letting me concentrate in the divine,
Refreshing memories,overriding thoughts,
killing me and reducing me into dots,
Retriving my memories, going back into class
Every time i am in the class, makes me remember
The cherishing moments and then it quickly departs.
I wish those days come back, to replenish the hectic days apart,
Love and respect to all in my memories,
For u always were and always will,
Are the glory behind what i am and what i will.

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