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My life in the Box

October 12, 2013
By Anonymous

My life is contained-no stuffed into a three foot Box.
I have no room to move.
The Box is metal and pushes against me whenever I try.
I can't do anything.
The Box blocks out all light, and grows darker when I try to see.
I can't get out.
The Box can only be opened from the outside, and no one know I am in it.

The Box sits on a street corner, this I know.
I've been in here my whole life, this I know.
But why?
That is all I want to know, why?



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