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Aug 2015
They tell me that if I am unhappy,
I should start to think outside The Box.

I am The ******* Box.

How else do you think i keep all of my problems locked away?

For no nosey nose to plunder,

My head is my treasure chest.

Simply because my thoughts are of value.
Crooked Youth
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Crooked Youth  U.K
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