"My soul is housed in a beautiful box filled with shards and ashes, the remnants of my memories, the promise of who I'd like to be. Sometimes I take it out and look inside, a reminder of things that shaped me, didn't break me, a testament to my strength when I forget. A beautiful haunted melody plays whenever I lift the lid, made just to sooth the darkness in my heart." --- Dawn P. Harrell.
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