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The inner thoughts
December 13, 2023
Help, Help I am trapped.
I need out.
This boring brown box is nothing
compared to the luminous night sky.
Help, Help! I can't move.
I miss my friends.
They were all flying to the warm land.
That was our mission,
I guess I was left behind.
Help, help! I can't bear this box anymore.
Please, I just want to fly.
The more I stay in this box,
the more my eyes start closing uncontrollably.
help, help!
My screams are muzzled by the cardboard.
In an instant, I lose all ability to move.
Seconds pass as the box visibly shrinks.
I'll be in warmer land soon.
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