I am a plastic bag. I carried life for you willingly and I carried evil for you unknowingly. You threw me in the dump but I won’t decompose, you tore me up into pieces but my parts can still rustle in the breeze.
I am a plastic bag. I carried life for you willingly and I carried evil for you unknowingly. You threw me in the dump but I won’t decompose, you tore me up into pieces but my parts can still rustle in the breeze. family stories
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Can a plastic bag have a legacy?

I am a plastic bag. I carried life for you willingly and I carried evil for you unknowingly. You threw me in the dump but I won’t decompose, you tore me up into pieces but my parts can still rustle in the breeze.

I am the envelope into which you’ve placed all your terrible secrets. I should not judge, I can only hold them for you.

I am the warm old coat you throw on to shield yourself from the wind you’ve caused with your own pain.

I am the last pin in your bowling lane. I stand alone and vulnerable but it’s your game. Стойкая стойкая.

I am a plastic bag. Please reuse me meaningfully.

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