Boxful of Pictures

See this stack of memories?
They are reality
That box full of pictures?
They are our memories
Take the box and throw them around
You are bound to our box full of memories.
Smile, cry, wince, then just be alive
Thats how those pictures scream
Take those hues in for what you believe
Our box full of pictures..

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