[Just leaving this here for you. It's probably my favorite post I never put on the sidebar with my favorites.]
I kept pieces of you for so long because I didn't know what else to do. You don't want these back. I've curled myself up into a rapidly spinning problem. I'm staring at your things in these dissipated piles, a cloud-sort of mess, and I'm not crying. You don't deserve to be thrown away, but I can't keep you anymore. Does anyone want an old printer? It has someone else's fingerprints on it, if that's too much. It's too much for me.
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