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i'm a shirt in the depths of your closet 
shoved      so                   far                                back 
i'm not sure you even remember i'm here
it wasn't always this way
i used to be your favorite
i remember the day you found me
it was like love at first sight 
i half expected you to leave me on the dressing room floor
cold, dark, empty
you didn't though
you took me with you 
and we went everywhere together
we made so many memories
you hung me back in the closet once 
i expected you to take me out again
i waited 
and waited
you opened the door again
i thought you were going to grab me
you reached for me
but you grabbed the shirt in front of me 
your new favorite
i waited
and waited and waited again
but i only got pushed farther back
you open the door
i figured you'd reach right past me like the last times
but you grabbed me
this is all i had been wishing for 
we were together once more
you take one look at me 
reflecting on our past together 
then you toss me away in a small box 
cold, dark, empty
why wouldn't you do that from the start?
leave me on that dressing room floor?
why take me 
only to leave me in the end?
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