[ry0un0suke]

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 i finally found strength
to clear out a box
and put everything in it.
tight.
crammed.
it used to be cluttered
with all of the things
i had no idea what to do with.
odd,
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i usually know where to keep my things.
everything gets a spot,
everything gets a home.
i wish i could evict this.
throw it out
into the streets.
cover it up
with a towel,
a blanket i might've made myself
or...
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there were flowers in this box
and i added one more.
there were books in this box
and i added three more
there weren't letters in this box
now there are three.
there is nothing in this box
i might need,
nothing in this box
that i think about at all.
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is a coffin
full of things i've killed.
my happiness.
my joy.
i am colorless,
whatever vibrant hues saw gone.
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i cannot do this anymore,
but i cannot throw any of it away.
i put everything in a box,
i tore everything up,
i erased all of them
everyone
every 

single

one

all of them.
all of you. 
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i hate you all.
i hate all of you.
give me my color back.
give it back
i am searching tirelessly
between ripped paper.
give it back.
give it back.
give it back.
give it back.
 
i tore it all up.
give it back.
i knocked everything down.
give it back.
my feet stepped on shards of glass.
give it back.
i pushed over the desk.
give it back.
i tore everything from the walls.
GIVE IT BACK, NOW.