

Black BoxBLACK BOXBlack Box
I keep a box It's small and black Inside my head Pushed far back
It's locked up tight So no one will see All the things That are wrong with me
When I crash and burn They'll sift through the hell And find my black box And know why I fell
But today I forgot What was inside Where did I put it? What did I hide?
With much trepidation I open the lid Peer into the darkness To find what I hid
There's nothing there There's never been Just empty space Here at
Intense WIP
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"That's a wrap."
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Automatic doors make me feel like a JEDI.
Parashi: [link]
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"That's a wrap."
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Automatic doors make me feel like a JEDI.
Parashi: [link]
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
(see? im nice to you. and youre mean to me. why???)
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"That's a wrap."
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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"That's a wrap."
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
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