The Box

October 21, 2021

Somedays I feel like i'm trapped inside a box and I can not find the key

My own creation has turned on me

But my attempts to run, scream, and hide

Or nothing compared to the pain inside

But soon the box will be no more

For now I have to deal with the gore

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