Boxes

My memories are packed in tight, little boxes.

Unlabelled, and precariously stacked in the back of my mind.

Open the wrong one, and Pandora’s box is unleashed.

Wait too long, and every box will either topple over or vanish.

So, pray tell, how the hell do I win?

 

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