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Glass Box Life

Sitting in my bed,
I think to myself,
Why can’t I get this out of my head,
And let me live past,
The life in a glass box,
When I used to dream,
But now I can’t even sleep,
For the sense of a presence,
Standing right beside me,
Then the time seems to stop,
I open the door to my heart,
Just to let you see,
The life that I had ,
Displayed like an art,
Living behind the glass,
Of an invisible box,
My life seems to pass,
In each and every tick of the clock.





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