I'm not trying to take anything away from you.

You clutch at what's left of your innocence. When you were smaller, it was bigger. Now you're growing and it seems to shrink.
Are you sure you know what's valuable?

You don't know who holds the key.
Then again, I haven't yet read the 'long answer.'
Could it be no one?
Could it be that there is no key?
Is there a curse? The ones who do not have it, but attempt to pry you open, become insane?
I can't lift your curse.
I don't have the key.
I am content to guess at what's inside. Are you Pandora's box?

Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes

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Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.
Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.
Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.
Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.
Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.
Elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes.