My Box of Dreams
There's a box I keep hidden away
it's marked "what's important to me."
in this box sits my past, all I once knew,
and everything I once believed.
If I opened his box all the items I'd find
would allow me to see through my childhood eyes and all the innocent dreams I'd relive would prove that living itself as a lie.
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