We've been together eight good years. You were there with me on my first day of college, on the long drive to CA, and you helped me move so many times it would be impossible to count. You were very good to me. And now it's my turn to be good to you. It's time for you to die already. Your zippers fall off and the zips open up. The hole on the bottom of you spills out items, your compartments are all joining as one. You need a rest, an eternal rest. And now I am giving it to you. Thank you for being there for me.
1998-2006
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