How did I create my own past
By looking back so far
Past the first time I went
And at last the first time I recall.
How did you see your own will
By holding strong to all your weakness
Will it to be the end
And still the end is what I remembered.
Keep my memories in this box
For trinkets.
Hold it shut, if one is to open.
Shut it away, if one is to pry.
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