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I want to pack my life away in a box. Stored at the back of the garage, forgotten by all who once knew it.
There is nothing about it worth remembering. Or keeping. So when the box is rediscovered, it get thrown out with the trash. Because that's all it's worth.
There is nothing about it worth remembering. Or keeping. So when the box is rediscovered, it get thrown out with the trash. Because that's all it's worth.
