The Shell

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A shell
Right and constricting
Growing tighter

The snail
Trapped within itself
Longing for freedom

And then it broke
But there was only
Another shell

But this one
Was safe
It was warm

The embrace
If this shell
Comforted it

And then it broke
Exposing the snail
To the cold

It was alone
Afraid
Crying for the shell

But the shell
Was gone
The snail
Was left alone
To shrivel up
And die

Alone
I'm the darkness
Forever

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