We set limits around us and make a box from it,
in that box we live
and we name that box "society".
We get suffocated living inside that closed box.
And try to get some air but
We are not allowed.
Finally we find it hard to fit ourselves
Within that box once made by us.
What if,
We never made that box?
Would we would live happy without it?
Rather than trying to fit inside it?
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Poetry Of The Forgotten
PoésiePoems about people and things that have been forgotten over time
