Today I lost my pen. The one my friend bought me from a city far, far away
Yesterday, I lost my lip balm. The one that smells like raspberries (though I never really use it anymore, anyway)
Another day before I lost a pocket mirror. The one that used to be my mother's before I snatched it away during our last getaway.
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To think about it, I could really be the queen of losing things, don't you agree?
After all, I lost you. And thus my sanity too.
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