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30 boxes.

by Justhayy

Silly how you can pack 8 years into 30 boxes Move them away and pack them into a closet Like it never happened. Out of sight of mind. Silly that you think I can do the same When I wake up everyday And see three faces. Both of your daughters. And my own blurred in the mirror. The ones you left behind. With nothing left from 8 years Just 30 boxes in a closet of remorse.
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Jul 26, 2020
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