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Jul 2016
Can I broken container hold anything?
Isn't that all we are?
A container?
Simply a thing to hold emotion.
It seems that I have been dented;
My corners, used for support, have been broken.
My lid, loosely fits from being washed too many times.
I have cracks from my knife slipping.
Now everything I hold just.. Falls out.
I have to wear long clothing in order to hold it all but it just soaks through.
No bandaid will fix it.
My cracks just grow bigger.
My dents have healed some.
But the one who caused them..
Should have been the one protecting me.
We were both containers.
I shared the burden.
And paid the price.
Now I am simply a piece of garbage left on the counter because everyone is too lazy to throw it away.
Stephanie White
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Stephanie White  18/F/Florida
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