Cardboard box


I'm that box of old used, useless shit, you pretend to want and need. Pathetic memories of faded faces, forgotten words, misplaced feelings.....yet you still keep me. Old, dusty, forgotten, simply laying around until curiosity peeks you, or the need to ' clean house'; then you go through me. Remember. Then put me away and forget all over again and again and again and AGAIN.

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