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if i had a box
to hold my memories
it would tell a story of
love, depression, pain
the drama of my life
is echoing
its screaming from inside
a great story never to be told
drama, action, adventure
notes to tell of love,
of great tradgedy,
the scars still show
writings and peoms
will tell you of sorrow,
and joy
pictures mark
the adventure,
take a look
deep in my box
what shall you see