A box,
I fill it with fears,
It dripped like blood,
From a pierced heart.
A box,
I fill it with the past,
Caged like a wild beast,
And cry like hopelessness.
A box,
I fill it with love,
Burried but still alive,
Choked but breathing.
A box,
I seal it with pain,
Memories are not comforting,
I'm laying in a coffin.
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