Storage Area

Storage Area

I feel like I have been stored somewhere, like an old and beaten up suitcase for years. I imagine myself as a thing in a roomful of boxes and things that nobody has used or cared for. The stuff is just there, taking up space. More suitcases, more boxes are put on top of what’s already in the storage room. The weight of it all is crushing me.

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