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Sep 2011
Trapped inside a box
seeking to round its edges
teeming to rid its conformity
it obeys like a slave to its master
bubbling hatred gets stirred by cruelty
that spreads like venom
lies entangle your every word
as you build upon a faulty foundation
of this relationship
warm tears mark paths down my face
trapped inside a box
struggling to round its edges
as it envelops every last drop
of the will to survive
one of  my "notnecessarilyinthebestmood" days
Carson Bell
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Carson Bell
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