Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place-- until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.
Everyone has one-- an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged of the worth they once held in your life.
I think this is where i belong -- among all your other lost things.
A crumpled note at the bottom or a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book .
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