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A piece of trash, or so its viewed....thrown out, used, no longer worth having. You pulled it this way, took it that, and then you walked away leaving it to nothing. You call it trash, you put it out of your mind, but is it really trash? Just like every other bit of debri, a heart can be recycled.
We walk the halls of this office, each in their pastels and tight, uncomfortable shoes, thinking we are professional, but its all just an act. At home, we are nothing like what we pretend to be. We don't use all our manners or answer the phone with a smile, we eat snacks and drink beer, and say screw work....but we are professional!
It was like a guiding light to us...we played in the yard as children, having the time of our lives. We ran about hiding and tagging, but the lantern was always there to call us home..to shine across the path so we weren't afraid. Now it shines to my mother, as a memory what a world we once had when we were all small.
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