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May 2015
This box
This box where I sit is like a prison
This box where I am at is a prison
Even thought I could leave when ever I want
Come and go as freely as I want
My freedom is never free
The person I am and the accomplishments I do has no significant value here
In this box ..
This box
This box isn't my home but my prison
This box is my prison not in a physical way but mental
This box will confide me til there no more and I become a living a zombie
This box keeps ..
Will confide everyone
This box...
John
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John  California
(California)   
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   GaryFairy
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