she got in a
[box].
[she] would twist her self and bend herself,
so that [she] could fit in the box herself
[she] locked herself away from the world, from [her] self.
[she] forgot what she looked like,
what she loved,
because [she]
was afraid of loosing what [she] had.
but then i realized,
[we] all live in a box.
aren't [we] all afraid of
losing what [we] love,
losing who [we] love?
that's why, [i] want to get
out
of my [box]
because if what i don't want to loose can't fit inside,
then why should i twist & bend myself trying to do so?
wouldn't that be uncomfortable?
that's why i am out of the box.
i
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