This little box,
Where everything is kept.This little box,
Light blue with a shallow depth.Why is it now,
I notice,
This little box,
Forever stuffed with my worry,
And regrets,
Is starting to show wear.Small bits and pieces,
Of it, all stuck in the corners.
A distant memory of what it used to be.This little box,
Has had it all,
Everything I ever knew.And now I wait for the moment,
It works no more because,This little box,
Is showing wear and tear.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...