The Box

fuck it this'll do

(Based on Dean Winchester because I do not have an ounce of originality.)

Small broken and old
Filled with bullets and weapons
The box sat alone

Where are all his memories?
Stashed away as they rest untouched

It is not perfect
He will always have his faults
Hidden in the box

The box is without a lock
No one cares to look inside

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