There's no monster under my bed.
Just a box of memories that lurk instead.
Memories of her.
Of a happier time.
No one's memories but mine.
They wait for me to venture under.
I catch a glimpse and start to wonder.
The girl I still love is in my head.
The box of memories is still under my bed.
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Is not very good but I dropped my phone under my bed earlier and saw that and it made me think. I wish I could let go of the past.
It's not very good. I dropped my phone under the bed and saw the box and it made me think. I wish I could let go of the past.
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