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Dec 2020
The dust on the photo book.
The rubber duck that's been played with to extinction.
The pillow that bears the weight of a heavy head,
no longer being thrown through the air as a weapon of playful destruction.

How could one predict?
The immense dissatisfaction that comes with forgetting our roots.
Written by
Ellie Arndt  18/F/WI
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