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Aug 2020
The lullaby you play is soft and sweet, you play the soothing rhymes of joy to me.
till one day I lost you to the rain, Now you don’t  play the same tune to me. Poor Lullaby box won’t you find your musical voice again and stop letting yourself become more broken?
The song gets worse every day and I’m afraid it’ll stop singing it’s rhymes to me, the toy has grown broken and now I’ve left it for the trash for not everything lasts.
The rhyming tune is back but not in a box, but in my head.
Lullaby box please come and sing again it seems as if you only let out a slight whisper that only I can hear.
Lullaby box why do you tell me to do these things why do you now sing the screaming pitches of pain through my head, please stop it hurts I can’t breath I promise not to trust no more and to leave the world for the song you sing is always the tune I dance my way to.
lullaby box I’m afraid you brought me close to the end and soon the song must end and now I now see that I am nothing to this world and the tune I would sing meant nothing to the ones around me
Written by
Lilyani Plaza  17/F/Chicago
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