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The Box
i remeber a child once
who showed me a box
he lifted it up to me with
a smile streched from ear
to ear
i remember that child
he told me there was
something special inside
the box that he held
something that made him
smile from ear to ear
he handed me the box
and i looked at him
inquisitvly and he
stared his expression
not chaning one bit
i remember opening
that box and looking
looking inside
i remember frowning
turning the box upside
down to show him
that it was empty
i remember asking
that child what was
in the box and he told
me that inside the box
were all his memories
and reminders of life
that made him smile
he asked me what i saw
in the box. and all i could
do was stare at him
my expression not changing
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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden
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