we all have a memory box
to keep our treasures in
the little smiles
the soothing touch
the kind words
the shoulders to cry on
the honesty of a friend
the offered hand
that pulls us up
the kindly kick
that moves us forward
the choices that we make
we all have a memory box
it is called the heart
So often we cling to things to measure our worth in this world, when really we only need look inside our heart. What we find there is indeed what we treasure, for it makes us who we are.
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