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Feb 2013
I've spoken,
about my boxes,
my memories,
my friends.

Each one,
they're different,
none the same.

While cleaning,
I began opening boxes,
taking a peek at the ones I haven't seen in awhile,
as I was looking again,
I began re-sorting.

High school friends,
from middle school friends,
from elementary friends,
then true friends from fake,
slowly my shelves started to clear.

I didn't throw any out,
just re packaged.
Added new labels,
moved them around.

They're all still around,
just in new places.

*I've changed my priorities,
adjusted my life,
made it better for me
Sunshine Girl
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Sunshine Girl  F/Unknown
   Zoe and Timothy
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