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I'm living in a tiny box With pin pricked holes around I see the light reflect on skin And hear most every sound The walls -- opaquely vivid I see all that is to be But sometimes I only wish I was a different me A me that didn't have a box A me that interacted One who could live out loud and wild One that's less distracted One that didn't have restraints Who filled her life with fun Because living inside my box Is dulling heat from sun See, some can live without a box Smiling through their skin They dance and run under the sun The world is but their kin They go on great adventures Capture potent smiles Dance under the raining sky And sing out loud for miles. I'd like to say my box protects From ultimate demise But the things that worry me the most Are the things that lie inside
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
A tiny box
I'm living in a tiny box With pin pricked holes around I see the light reflect on skin And hear most every sound The walls -- opaquely vivid I see all that is to be But sometimes I only wish I was a different me A me that didn't have a box A me that interacted One who could live out loud and wild One that's less distracted One that didn't have restraints Who filled her life with fun Because living inside my box Is dulling heat from sun See, some can live without a box Smiling through their skin They dance and run under the sun The world is but their kin They go on great adventures Capture potent smiles Dance under the raining sky And sing out loud for miles. I'd like to say my box protects From ultimate demise But the things that worry me the most Are the things that lie inside
#depression#sadness#numb#confusion#complacency
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
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