Spring Cleaning in Autumn

Ceirra Burton
Sep 7, 2018 · 3 min read
“white and black skull figurine on black surface” by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash

It took me forever to clean out this closet.

Years of shame buried deep within it.

My skeletons once stood tall, but have now become a pile of broken bones covered in dust as toxic as heartbreak from a jealous lover. I was too afraid to go back in there, believing these dark truths were going to poison my mind and keep me from relishing in all my present success.

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