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Jan 2017
That old sock of a teddy bear
That shiny silver tag
The letter you wrote
Those trinkets you let me keep

The best ones, I say
Aren't those you've handed to me
The best ones, you've given
Weren't yours to begin with

Those nights at the beach
I tried my hardest to enjoy
To shake off the thought
Of you not answering my calls

Those drunken nights
I call the best ones by far
To fill what you've left
When the choice was all mine

The time for myself
The growth I've acquired
The freedom i had
From the ways
you've made me feel

Because out of all the things
you've given me,
The best were the ones
you didn't hand over
—HM
HM
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