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Boxed In


From the moment

someone appears here,

they are squished

into a little

box.

A wooden box

with splinters,

to discourage movement.

The people that

lock you in

are so afraid.

Too afraid of what could happen

to actually live.

So they limit all others.

And now,

stuck

in a tight, wooden box,

each person has a choice.

Stay

in the "comfort"

of what is known,

or you could

push,

push on the walls,

and break the box.

Although the splinters,

at first,

can hurt and be uncomfortable,

everything is so much

better

outside the box.

You are...

Free.

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