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Jun 2013
This, I can't remember from when or where it came.
These have no memories to share.
Those make the sad movie start behind these eyes.
That...don't know why I even cared.

A box of laughter.
A box of pain.
Dusty recollections
and left-side brain.
-Me
Cleaning a room full of junk from the past and a short description of a feeling.
Travis Barefoot
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