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Square. Rectangle. Cube. Restricted. Defined. No space for uniqueness. The world, a box. This city, a cube. This town, restricted. State. Country, defined. Nowhere to fit in. Do I even need to fit in? My body, my mind, my soul do not fit your set world. So I create my own space. It is not defined. It is not restricted. I fit everywhere within my space. My world. No restrictions allowed. Free.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
The Box in Front of Me
Square. Rectangle. Cube. Restricted. Defined. No space for uniqueness. The world, a box. This city, a cube. This town, restricted. State. Country, defined. Nowhere to fit in. Do I even need to fit in? My body, my mind, my soul do not fit your set world. So I create my own space. It is not defined. It is not restricted. I fit everywhere within my space. My world. No restrictions allowed. Free.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
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