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Box

Bullied into a box, await the pins and needles. Crammed into asylums, wait for promised pain. Tomorrow never comes when sunlight means salvation. Yesterday is a myth with memories of peace.

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joe-roberts

American

Published: Oct 22, 2012
LinesWords: 931

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