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As a child I received a special bag. I started to pack it with useless things. Over the years it became heavy and unbearable to carry, Yet I could never leave it behind. The vibrant colors had since faded, the pink zipper no longer zipped , and a weird musty smell flowed from it; Yet I lugged it around- it created a groove into my shoulder from its heaviness- causing me to cower as I walked. One day, I grew too weary to continue carrying that bag around. I dropped that bag filled with regret, worry, low self-esteem, and self hate behind, Since then I have walked tall; feeling as free as I could be.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Bag Lady
As a child I received a special bag. I started to pack it with useless things. Over the years it became heavy and unbearable to carry, Yet I could never leave it behind. The vibrant colors had since faded, the pink zipper no longer zipped , and a weird musty smell flowed from it; Yet I lugged it around- it created a groove into my shoulder from its heaviness- causing me to cower as I walked. One day, I grew too weary to continue carrying that bag around. I dropped that bag filled with regret, worry, low self-esteem, and self hate behind, Since then I have walked tall; feeling as free as I could be.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
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