Me Time!

Me Time!

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She got rid of everything

But that folder in her gallery

Filled with all the things you and her

It was a journey she decides

To remember, a lesson;

All the rare times when you were




The hours go by.

She doesn't open the folder in her gallery, ever,

Because you're a chapter with smiles and tears

She'll never read again,

Because she sees one ahead

Titled 'IT'S ME TIME!' 

That sounds so much better.

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