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There are things which I have long loved in the bottom of my heart 

Where true love and enjoyment live unencumbered by the weight of being alive

I find myself exploring these corners of myself, 

It is like digging through an old box of memorabilia and pulling out a cherished trinket

Yet sometimes I find darkness

Tucked away with padlocks and chains

And a sharpied note advising against curious eyes

Would that I could let them disappear

But I have not discovered how yet

I leave them alone for now

Yet I promise myself

That these, too,

Are parts of me that are not all bad

And they remain separate

From the joy of being alive