Disguised Gifts

Memories are equally a gift as they are a curse

Masqueraded as a limousine to hide the hearse

One hides the most prized of possessions

As the other holds the results of recessions

Disguised in red ribbon and wrapping

Little did you know what you were opening

This poem is about: 
Me

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