This Too Shall Pass

It seems that I spend most of my time at home nowadays cleaning my room and trying to erase all reminders of the person who once lived there. Each time I come home, I peel it away layer by layer, until, hopefully, it will be nothing but clothes, furniture, books, and decorations that have no memories associated with them. Everything else goes into shoeboxes and into the closet, because I don’t want to throw it away.

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