I wrote this awhile ago. Never got around to posting it.
I was content. Living a beautiful lie. Now reality has set in… I’ve finally cried about it…a week later. Now that the tears have fallen, it’s time that I pack it up; the memories, emotions, feelings. I’m putting them in the closet with all the other ones that are worth saving. I thought to throw them away, but there’s something, something about these ones that I don’t want to forget about. I need/want to be able to take them out every once in a while and remember what was.
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