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Nov 2014
Ok so fine I have a few bad habits
Being a optimist though
I tend to look at them as souvigneirs
Drug addictions are simply memerobilia
My love for you is a item that hold no true meaning
Yet I hoard it like a broken mother
Whos son died at war and
17 years 4 months and 30 days later
Still sleeps with his blanket
And favorite teddy bear as a child
As a disguise I hide what most people
Would consider misdominers
(Don't let your eyes fool you every last one of them is treasure)
Well, I hide them
Under my bed
In the back of my closet
My heart
You know, all those dark, dusty, empty n overdue for a cleaning
Type places..
Because I've got knick knacks and trinkets
(You were supposed to read that in the little mirmaids voice)
Point is they all have no uses
And absolutely no meaning...
I think..
Unless love means something...
And that song I wrote for you back in march, which you have never heard is actually still playing out of a stereo on the counter top of the kitchen in the apartment I built for you to live in
In my heart
Abandoned
Now full of mistakes
I've been trying to hide.
Written by
Alexandria Meister  CT
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