Desperate in darkness

You put a part of past of you inside a box,For nobody's view.The box becomes nothing rotted with mold.Whats inside the box still remains untold.You unravel a few secrets as your walking in the cold,And you can't help but notice a box caked of mold.You bend down as wind whispers in your ears,you relize it's cold enough to freeze your slowl

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[BrokenChildren]

I messed up on this, last word is soul. I wrote it quite a while ago, I personally never really liked it much. I didn't really finish, Or give it much of a explanation.