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Jul 2012
A neatly packaged box sits on my doorstep
Contents include:
Broken promises
Things said and not done
A mind stuck in time
And a bomb made of regret and ****

I kicked the box around
Like a brand new ball
I threw it in the sewer
And watched it age and rot
I picked it out while I held my nose
And buckled it into the passenger seat of my car

I drove and drove
Until the streetlights glowed
Yellow and pink
The sun set like it told me it would
And so I proceeded to the edge of the dock

I hopped out and ran around to the passenger door
Opened it and unbuckled my box
Thought about staring at it for a while to ponder the whole ordeal but I decided
**** it
It seems like all I do is sit and think anyway

And so I threw the box
It made a splash
The water rippled away from the crash site
And soon
It sank
To the bottom
Of the ocean
John
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John  28/M/New York
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