I'm trapped in a box. The air is thin, and I can hardly breathe. Everyone just stares or doesn't even bother with me. The box shrinks with me inside. I cry for help, but no one looks. No one cares. I shriek for help, but no one moves. No one cares. I scream, but no one's there. No one cares. It is only me in the box. I'm left inside, cramped and crying. It is all I have left. The box.
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Little Stories
RandomA collection of random things I write. It helps me to get out of writer's block... sometimes. Stories may/may not be posted on the day it is written.
