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What We Leave Behind (and what we take)
You told me I was worthy of more, but always convinced me to stay
But today
Today I leave our bedroom the way it was left this morning
Cushions and pillows adorning the bed
we chose for this life together
A shared bathroom that won't be shared anymore
Two shelves, one mostly empty
A walk in wardrobe, filled once with fabric that clothed us
Only now it is bare with...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 6:26 pm
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