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Memory Box

There's a box on the shelf in my heart.
It has your name on it.
The box is old and dusty, full of memories.
All that we had once shared.
Truth be told, I was saving it.
Hoping, that someday I may need it again.
Now, I re-open it.
Memories flood through my veins,
Deep feelings, pulsing through my blood.
Love.
Passion.
Us.
But something else.
Hatred,
Loathing.
You just left
And took me for a fool.



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