In our minds, we create this box. Within this box stands all of those thoughts that you wouldn't dare share with anyone. In this box are memories, fears, experiences, regrets, shame, dissapointments. These- not so few items are your secrets, and yours alone. You learn to make room for this box. You learn to live with its contents, eventually. This box does not contain your finest moments, but they are yours nonetheless. Every so often...this box somehow breaks open and releases emotion and anguish, clarity and resentment. You learn to live with this huge burden that has made itself a home inside.
I guess what I am trying to find here, writing this, is some sort of way to feel okay with storing this box. Mine has to be so full, I can't imagine how it stays closed all the time.
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