The Monster In My Closet

There is something in my home that scares me to my core.  Is it a "room of abyss"?  A room or space so disorganized that I feel I would die of embarrassment if anyone ever saw it? Nope.  My tuxedo rhinestone prom dress from 1996?  Nope.  (I promise it was considered cute back then).  A box so old and forgotten that the contents shake me to my core?  Nope.  It's a plastic box.  Organized, labeled and living in it's home in my closet.  From the outside it looks perfectly harmless but beyond the label and lid is a monster that haunts me. 

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