The Purge
Hesitating washing your sheets to not get rid of the smell
Longing purging your room of memories
Pictues of moments you wanted to never end
Now become the source of pain.
Not ready to give up hope of a fresh start,
but holding on is what's killing you.
Slowly driving you crazy
Slowly tearing you apart
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