I've been put in a box.
I've been folded neatly and put away.
It's funny how when you store away people, they have a tendency of leaking over the top and out the edges of the drawer.
You know what's funny? I put you in a box.
I stacked that box in the top shelf of my closet.
I don't really like to take it out and look at it too much.
Honestly, I don't need to because you've leaked out and over the box and off the shelf and have somehow snuck yourself into the pockets of my jeans and I find you there when I least expect it.
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