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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