The Box
This little box is my most precious possession
It is always locked and hidden
This little box but as well as things that I have loathe
It is full of my happiest times but infected with my worst of moments
This little box holds my love and is full of my darkest secrets and biggest lies
It is full things I shall tell but never share
This little box is full of people whom i've adored care but contains my evil and destruction
It is full of things that help me heal but as well as with things that poison me
This little box is tucked away silently in my heart.
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