This feeling I’ve had since as long as I can remember, that I get from certain things
It’s like a cursed version of nostalgia.
A kind of warm and fuzzy feeling, not happy, never happy. More like tranquil, calm and content. It feels like a warm cramp spreading from my chest to my arms.
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