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i am not sure why i hold on to things that don’t need to be held so tightly it’s like i beat the dead horse before it even had the chance to die your mom is selling the piano we used to sing at together and i am finally, finally, finally deleting your voicemails making cosmic and electronic room for more and less and the same my childhood bedroom is up for sale again and it’s not like me to not look back but i find myself shifting focus to a future that i haven’t even opened up to i own a car i haven’t cried in i own a house you haven’t seen i own a dog you haven’t met i own too much and not enough
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Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 4:18 PM UTC
a love letter to couches
i am not sure why i hold on to things that don’t need to be held so tightly it’s like i beat the dead horse before it even had the chance to die your mom is selling the piano we used to sing at together and i am finally, finally, finally deleting your voicemails making cosmic and electronic room for more and less and the same my childhood bedroom is up for sale again and it’s not like me to not look back but i find myself shifting focus to a future that i haven’t even opened up to i own a car i haven’t cried in i own a house you haven’t seen i own a dog you haven’t met i own too much and not enough
danny666
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Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 4:18 PM UTC
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