Stuff
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When did your stuff,
Suddenly...
Become better than mine?
To accept and tolerate.
I thought we had something,
In common between us.
'It wasn't sudden.
I use to feel that way too.
But...
I began to notice over time,
You had more stuff than me...
To pull out of a trunk,
That got too funky on me to dump.
And I had told you,
I had 'some' baggage.
But a truck load of it you actually had.
And my own stuff is more than enough,
Just for me to handle.'
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