I’m raiding the hope chest
I never really understood what it was for.
It’s stuffed with postcards and letters,
Notebooks and journals,
Post-its and greeting cards,
Drawings and books,
Photos and music.
When the time comes,
I won’t forget who I am.
I never really understood what it was for.
It’s stuffed with postcards and letters,
Notebooks and journals,
Post-its and greeting cards,
Drawings and books,
Photos and music.
When the time comes,
I won’t forget who I am.
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