inside my room, there, the Pandora's box is kept,
and you who wants to destroy my future, wants to open it
i know what is inside there, i make an inventory of myself, daily,
i count them and make myself familiar with all of them
they are not snakes or venomous bats, or dragons with mouthfuls of fire
not bugs, not gnomes, but be very careful,
i am not worried about myself, actually,
i am more worried about you: can you take them?
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