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Boxed In

These four walls stand guard on all sides,

yet I can still hear the screaming coming from the outside

So my guards take a step closer,

Closer

But that’s even worse

because I can still hear every ones voices,

I just can’t run

But my army, sensing my distress,

are still determined to protect;

So they take one more step inward

and now I can touch all four at the same time.

I swear the air is thicker

I swear my heart is cracking

And my guards eager to help come closer

Closer

And now I’m suffocating

I’m gasping for breath

They come closer

Closer

And now I’m on the floor curled into a ball

I cant breath

My body is crumbling under the pressure

And now it all fades to black….

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Written by
andrea
American
Published
May 23, 2010
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copyright Andrea Sheppard 2010

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