Film reel nostalgia,
a real funny look back.
Isn't it grand?
we can live the past for years.
From the abuse and pain,
to the elaborate break-ups and lonely drinking.
Drugs only ever hid scenes of the movie,
not giving the full Oscar winning production.
I missed my own feature flick,
I was out somewhere,
trying to forget,
every little camera fixed shot.
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