
Inside this box of memories
Of dreams, of hopes, of fears
Is another box of emptiness
Of doubts, of grief, of tears
And in that box another one
Filled only with despairs
Wrapped in all the pain and guilt
That grows throughout the years
In the corner of this box
Is a little child lost
No friends, No hope, No family
A child thrown and tossed
The box holds a secret
If only the child knew
Inside this box is the key
To the child's true virtue
Within the box a labyrinth
A puzzle to be solved
The child can't find the answer
Until the child has been absolved
Misplaced within this box
Is the innocence of youth
Only when it's found
Will the child know the truth
The box is full of twists
Of turns, of slopes, of curves
Can you help the child through?
To reach the future he deserves
The box has many layers
Many still untold
It's up to you to find them
Help the child through the cold








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--Jenn ♥

Great Job honey, I'm amazed, yet you have such a well-spring of talent in you that has yet to be tapped. Keep digging Cutie!




















here its reality past present and future.and we seem to conect alot in this area.I'm just sorry its not on a happyer less painful note
Dan
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