In A Little Black Box In a little black box I keep everything precious to me. People can't see it but it's there carefully hidden in plain sight right in my heart, away from danger under lock and key, I long ago threw away. In a little black box pieces of my shattered heart reside. Shielded from an emotion. This little black box is like a prison cell mending the broken, so that one day when it's finally free it may have a second chance and become me. But that fairy tale is a wish because in this little black box under lock and key lays my broken heart with its sorrowful tune, played to no one but the box for it is my guardian...
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