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Sitting on the floor of my apartment Eating peanut butter from the jar with My fingers, I don’t want to ***** a spoon. Surrounded by boxes filled with Belongings that don’t feel like mine. On my way home, boxes packed into My mother’s car. I would have driven Myself but two months prior fate Pushed my pretty red car off the Road with a U.S. mail truck. ***** Unload the boxes in a room that Looks like a memorial to childhood. The memory of summers past are What I cling to now, for the next three Months feel like someone else’s time. Look for a job. Look for a car. Look for signs that he moved on. Look for an excuse not to and Go to the beach by myself instead. Look for a place for storing boxes. I should unpack. Boxes arrogant And weighted to compartmentalize All the expectations I would rather not Remember and disappointment   I am tired of looking at.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Boxes
Sitting on the floor of my apartment Eating peanut butter from the jar with My fingers, I don’t want to ***** a spoon. Surrounded by boxes filled with Belongings that don’t feel like mine. On my way home, boxes packed into My mother’s car. I would have driven Myself but two months prior fate Pushed my pretty red car off the Road with a U.S. mail truck. ***** Unload the boxes in a room that Looks like a memorial to childhood. The memory of summers past are What I cling to now, for the next three Months feel like someone else’s time. Look for a job. Look for a car. Look for signs that he moved on. Look for an excuse not to and Go to the beach by myself instead. Look for a place for storing boxes. I should unpack. Boxes arrogant And weighted to compartmentalize All the expectations I would rather not Remember and disappointment   I am tired of looking at.
JuliaNeary
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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