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Apr 2012
A box brings me comfort,
Don't wanna break through.
I'm so very content
Not seeing anything new.
You on the other side-
Stop knocking at me.
I will not come out,
It's you who cannot see.
I know every inch of this box
Like the palm of my hand.
I'm never thrown off guard,
Everything goes as planned. <3
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