Nevermind, I’ll get past this too…

The heartache of small pleasures can be a drowning pain.

I looked in the jewelry box and all the treasures collected sparkle with fading stories… Those treasures covered up a very insecure human. Those treasures gave impressions. Those treasures gave pleasure.

Subjected to time and change, those treasures saw no light until now.

The shuffling slide of the drawer opens to reveal stairs full of treasures and a whiff of stale stories reach into me so I ache and am humbled to tears… I am drowning… I am scared…

…drowning in the pain of lost treasures…

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