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I found some parts of you today in the box of junk you packed for me. Seems you wanted me to remember, while you were forcing me to leave. As I tore the old tape open, and the stale air leaked outside, I found those parts of you and laid them out side by side. I carefully looked them over, the memories came flooding in. Then smiled as I thought about how much Ive grown since then. You packed this box to hurt me, and you almost had your way. But the girl you packed this box for, is no longer here to witness your display. So I packed your parts back inside that old and tattered tomb, and I drug that box down to the curb for the trash truck to consume.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Spare Parts
I found some parts of you today in the box of junk you packed for me. Seems you wanted me to remember, while you were forcing me to leave. As I tore the old tape open, and the stale air leaked outside, I found those parts of you and laid them out side by side. I carefully looked them over, the memories came flooding in. Then smiled as I thought about how much Ive grown since then. You packed this box to hurt me, and you almost had your way. But the girl you packed this box for, is no longer here to witness your display. So I packed your parts back inside that old and tattered tomb, and I drug that box down to the curb for the trash truck to consume.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
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