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Nostalgia poisoning is like a kiss from the velcro on an old man's shoe. It's like the burning on your tongue after eating something delicious yet way too fucking hot. It is the past, mistakes and all, running through your veins as you plan for the future. To learn forgetting is to tame the past. Not to forget in it's entirety, but selectively. Forget anything that inhibits your growth. Forget, if you must, the very reason you ended up here. Where is here? What does this have to do with my beat tape? Well, I don't know, and not much, really. But when you listen to it, tame the mother fucking past.
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