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The scent of some unknown flower wafting in through the open bedroom window, is intriguing and a bit intoxicating.
Escaping to the bathroom, crying. The release is fleeting.
Self-doubt like lost keys or a misplaced pocketbook.
Self-confidence like a pinching pair of too narrow shoes I just had to have.
A box haphazardly stuffed with tender gifts too bittersweet to keep out on display.
My heart, tiny compartments of memories, shoved to the back of the closet, covered with a faded, dusty blanket.
Dog-eared pages, highlighted phrases, store bought wisdom.
The mirror of you is cracked and fragmented. (like this train of thought)
Escaping to the bathroom, crying. The release is fleeting.
Self-doubt like lost keys or a misplaced pocketbook.
Self-confidence like a pinching pair of too narrow shoes I just had to have.
A box haphazardly stuffed with tender gifts too bittersweet to keep out on display.
My heart, tiny compartments of memories, shoved to the back of the closet, covered with a faded, dusty blanket.
Dog-eared pages, highlighted phrases, store bought wisdom.
The mirror of you is cracked and fragmented. (like this train of thought)