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Boxes

by @PTH

Well go ahead and box me up, I guess The funeral will be nice and they will not say "oh, but she is still living" in the literal sense They'll use it as a metaphor instead of the rallying cry, the encouragement "but you are still living" maybe I'll never die, at this rate. So box me up in glass ceilings and social norms We'll call it the practice run And let's go ahead and put "here lies a person" So I can practice being equal when I'm dead.
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