I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge.
Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that.
Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because I’m small, receptive, and kind.
I’ve thrown in my Size 4 Jeans that will surely never fit again.
I shove in meaningless knick-knackery that is supposed to be sentimental, but only sneers in silence.
I toss in the paperback version of a book that has caused so much grief, turmoil, and death.
My hands sprinkle in the ripped remains of photos from a life no longer lived.
Burn, motherfucker.
Burn.
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Hell yes💥
Nicely done ❤️🤗
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You sound a lot like me! And yes, the being too much and the not being enough are actually the same thing. But only to people who should not be around us.
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Yep! We humans carry so much; it’s time to let some of it go. 🕊
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Relief, right?
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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YESSSSSSSS!
Beautifully written. ❤
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Thanks so much! 🕊
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Beautiful.
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🕊🙏🏻🦋
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One of these days I will get my act together, and say finally say good-bye 👋 to items that no one else will treasure! 🧺
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Yes! May we all embrace the act of saying goodbye. 🕊
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