Within my heart exists a box, 
in it another. 
The outer holds memories, 
the inner holds the others. 

They gave me a purpose, 
a reason to live, 
my love is what they made me give. 
They left me in the darkest nights, 
or let me see the brightest lights, 
they gave me what I desired, 
when I was high they lifted me higher. 
But in my mind I always knew 
that being high means falling too, 
for what comes up, 
must come down, 
and turn a smile into a frown. 

Despite the pain, 
I climbed back up, 
knowing my fate going up, 
failure haunted my every thought. 
The option of quitting there was not, 
suffering never held me back, 
love kept me on the track, 
for the reward at the top, 
made everything worth it all. 

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