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Still here, still closed
I’m not expected to be this way, but I am, and my padlock is the strength of my voice.
Some days, I try to look for the personal property I’ve had the longest, and it’s not for any type of validation, only that I like to see the things I’ve bought for myself that have repaid me with the most benefits over the years. As I look around, the stories on each one come to me.
The padlock I use to keep my gate secure. When you live in a place surrounded by other little houses, you feel the need to mark the territory of what’s yours. For ownership’s sake, as pilfering has never been an issue in over five years of calling this place home. With every passing period when I forget to lock my gate or even lock the door, I come back to nothing missing, and nothing broken.
It was an expensive purchase on the day I decided to buy what many would refer to as “top security”. Compared to the locks people put on their traveling boxes, and the one used to keep a cupboard safe enough from other students back in boarding school, this was in an elevated class of its own. Difficult to break, plus it was heavy too.
My padlock holds anecdotes about the life I live. The rust on it and the force I sometimes need to exert to pull the key out show how loyal it has been to guarding someone who…
