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A small metal object hides most of my past, it is the gateway into problems and solutions, I keep it hidden from sight - buried deep beneath the rubble of my life. Every now and again I choose to seek it out, to search for truth, to find honesty, to find myself, at times it barely serves a purpose, at other times it is a godsend, showing me paths to avoid and paths to follow. That little metal key, unlike any other, is always with me, always... year after year.