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“ Some pain; shut in the box that is harder than wood and metal.
By the looks of it, vast and crusty,
A lock that's fresh yet rusty.
A fear of LONELINESS lurking behind the mind,
The box would open for the pain to haunt me back.
I wish I could sink it deep in the oceans of my heart,
the tears that roll down now and then; I thought were the excess in the ocean.
Unfortunately, I realized the ocean just dried up; and all that is left of it is a barren land that feels nothing but Empty.”