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Unopened
My grief sits unopened In a box with the rest of my childhood things And every time I pull at the yellow satin strings I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened I cannot explain why I wash away the weights in the palms of my empty hands Or why the clear water sinks down the drain, swirling along with the hazy pain I create a clean slate And in the next room, my grief sits unopened She wears the crown of a queen with my yellow satin strings She asks me to play make believe Because she can see why I should be good at it And in the same room, my grief sits unopened With my yellow satin strings, she turns to leave and waves And all that remains are me and lain on the shelf, the box looking lonely I cannot remember from where came the stains or how to stay sane when I don't know what I've lost, what I've gained Because my grief sits unopened People and memories are wiped away clean So there's no need to scream, but the lid's on the floor And my yellow satin strings aren't with me anymore, they're at home Home. Oh. I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened
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