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Burgundy chest, leather in texture, rimmed in 6 Carat gold. Hidden away, Day after Day, incredible value, but never sold. Burgundy box, like crocodile hide, sat on the shelf for years. Little to no context, with Unknown Contents, Hiding away all our fears. Mysterious object, Haunted Box, coated in dust and numerous locks. If you hide it away, still it will stay, and don't blame me if you hear knocks. If your worries were in a chest, they'd still be there and you'd never rest. Still they would beckon, {or so I shall reckon} and continuously remain a pest.
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Worry-Box
Burgundy chest, leather in texture, rimmed in 6 Carat gold. Hidden away, Day after Day, incredible value, but never sold. Burgundy box, like crocodile hide, sat on the shelf for years. Little to no context, with Unknown Contents, Hiding away all our fears. Mysterious object, Haunted Box, coated in dust and numerous locks. If you hide it away, still it will stay, and don't blame me if you hear knocks. If your worries were in a chest, they'd still be there and you'd never rest. Still they would beckon, {or so I shall reckon} and continuously remain a pest.
If you were to hide all your worries within a chest, and simply leave them there, they would never truly leave you. Sometimes Hiding isn't a way to resolve fears.
#fear#healing#metaphor#box#worries
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M/United Kingdom
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
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