a box
I feel like I am trapped in a box with my thoughts keeping me from smiling with the fake ness of my laughter coming out the small whole I try to breath from the box keep from living my life and thinking outside the box it's dark like my mind stuffy like my laughter and cramped like my thoughts why can't I get out this box.
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