Faux Box

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I am in a box. I cant breath. If I stay in here, I’ll die. I don’t want to die. But I cant escape. Trust me, I don’t want to die. But I’ll die in this box. How did I get here? What did I do to deserve this. I know I’m not this flawed. It cant be just me. I am not crazy! Its you. Why did you put me in this box? I was a nice girl. A small girl. Innocent at best. How did I fall into your tar pit trap. Your going to kill this butterfly, kill it. And I bet you wont even look down to see what you have done. No, you will wipe me off on the pockets of your pant. Like you would a bread crumb.

Your killing me like a cancer. Slowly I am weakening. My skin melting from my bones. My hair, brittle and dry. My eyes, ‘or these beautiful eyes, sinking. Sinking like a glorious ship with a destiny.

I am in a box. I cant breath. If I stay in here, I’ll die. I don’t want to die. But I cant escape. Trust me, I don’t want to die.

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