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Feb 2020
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store

I’m being packed
with things I have no used for
to then be left empty
somewhere in a parking lot

I carry everything that I can possibly can
sometimes none
sometimes more

I’m a basket with holes
that people can easily see through
and I just realized it today
Written by
Everlasting
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