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Pocket knife
I've moved across the country and back
A few times now though
I never did find what I lost
Thinking it would be in a drawer
In the closet
Under the bed
It took three years to remember where it was
I had left it with you
Didn't I?
On that last drunken night together
The one we didn't know would be our last
So.
Here I am
Unpacking these things I never wanted to look at
Think about
Or deal with again in my life
I finally admit to myself
I must let it go
All of it they tell me
But I can't help but feel
The nagging in the back of my mind
Asking
Asking
Should I?
Is this what I need to do?
Because I fucking hate myself
For doing it
A few times now though
I never did find what I lost
Thinking it would be in a drawer
In the closet
Under the bed
It took three years to remember where it was
I had left it with you
Didn't I?
On that last drunken night together
The one we didn't know would be our last
So.
Here I am
Unpacking these things I never wanted to look at
Think about
Or deal with again in my life
I finally admit to myself
I must let it go
All of it they tell me
But I can't help but feel
The nagging in the back of my mind
Asking
Asking
Should I?
Is this what I need to do?
Because I fucking hate myself
For doing it
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