The box

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There is a box inside my mind. A box I rarely like to open. A box that secretly scares me and finds me when I sleep.

So I have decided, that, I will no longer run. I will no longer hide, from that terrible box I build inside my mind.

I will let that box devour all that I made myself to be. All that I thought that was important but wasn't really me.

So when that box is empty and there is nothing left to keep, I hope I am left how I once was and that I no longer lay awake when I am a sleep.

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