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toss away the memory of me in a disheveled mess of cleanliness— like a lost treasure, bury me in your bedside drawer. No one will know that I once stood here Lets be clear... I was never at home with you. So when you feel frantic and lost and you’re searching for the things that help you disassociate, instead of finding that thing or two, you’ll find me, staring back at you.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
Tactless Dwelling
toss away the memory of me in a disheveled mess of cleanliness— like a lost treasure, bury me in your bedside drawer. No one will know that I once stood here Lets be clear... I was never at home with you. So when you feel frantic and lost and you’re searching for the things that help you disassociate, instead of finding that thing or two, you’ll find me, staring back at you.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
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