Check - in or carry-on
Is the baggage carried?
Protecting,
Guarding
Against love's ugly byproducts.
"I'm not them"
Is the common refrain
Of each new occurrence,
Creating a rebirthed confidence
Of a new beginning
Only to see the same ending.
Frustration's a constant fixture.
Confusion clouds the future.
Called damaged goods.
Only carrying the grief
Of the love's grind.
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