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Trapped by a box

With no seams
Bound by ropes

Each day a strand stronger
The sun is setting

It feels that it will never rise
The night brings horrors

But I am used to them, they are nothing
I am more afraid of what morning holds

This night is different
The fear is still there

But it is fueled by hope
My eight sparks of light

Eight loves, grounding me
Depend on me

They hate me now, fear my actions
But I know I am right, this is right

All alone, yet surrounded
No one can live like this

One option
One chance

Escape




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