I sit in
the cardboard box
that is my
life,
all my
treasures held
inside it,
and I
strive to
outgrow it,
but
fear and
familiarity hold
me back,
afraid that
as I
climb
its walls,
another box will
hold me.
Comments
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I like how you wrote this. Very nice work


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interesting, because technically in our lives we move from one box to another, then another and so on




