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minnesota_chris :) you leave out one letter, and it becomes poetry!

If I could somehow box up some of the contents of my mind. Old things, no longer used or useful, which just need to go down to the basement, to free up a little space. Put them into some nice strong liquor bottle boxes, and just put them away for a while. Maybe someday I could throw them away, but not quite yet.

I'd crate up some old ideas, my insecurities, my frustrations.

I'd crate up the fact that I can't seem to cook anything without sauteeing garlic and onions first (I even eat them for breakfast!).

I'd probably crate up my bachelors degree (International Relations, 1994), and all the humiliating temp jobs I've worked since.

I think maybe I'd ship it to a nice tropical island country, where they could use a few more frustrations.

Anyone else have some old baggage to go down to storage? 		020317
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Ariadani if i could crate what's in my mind
i would crate all of the disgusting things that ive ever done
or been told about.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
there wouldn't be as many crates as there should be, because of all the things i've forgotten.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
i would crate up all the guilt and shame i hide in my heart.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
i would crate up all the hurt that i've caused, and that other people have caused me, and i would shove those crates down a deep, dark, pit, and pour in a highly flamable liquid, and toss in match after match, until my carton of matches was gone, and my eyebrows singed off.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
i would crate up the doubt that lurks there, the doubt about so many things, even things im sure of.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
my mind would be a happier place to be.
if i could crate what's in my mind,
maybe i could speak freely,
and whole-ly, of all that i feel.
if i could crate what's in my mind,

i would be happy. 		020321
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