Beautiful sunny day outside. Once under the sun I'm assaulted by a nostalgic feeling, so many happy memories filed under days like this. These were your type of days, warm and bright. It's only March yet the smell of summer lingers in the air today, reinforcing this feeling with another set of faraway memories. And just like that, nostalgia turns into melancholy in the blink of an eye. I hold back the tears as I keep walking under the unwavering heat the sun provides. Fetch my sunglasses to hide my shame, my watery eyes, always mirroring more of my soul than they should. Sunny warm days make me want to cry. I hate them for it.
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