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by Spock
5197 days ago
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I found this poem which describes how my problem feels. ---- I am like a toolbox,
with all the tools I will ever need
lain gently and neatly in the box,
ready for me to use them.
The toolbox is translucent
so I can see them there. The key to the toolbox is locked inside of it. |
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