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My Box
Contributed by
Drapes
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Sunday, 7th May 2006 @ 03:59:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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In my box
The air is still
And stale.
Nobody enters my box.
It holds me back.
It knows all my secrets.
Outside my box
They sing and talk.
They laugh and live.
In my box
It's silent.
I can only see
Their mouths moving.
My box holds everything.
I am just as invisible
As the clear walls
Of my box.
Copyright ©
Drapes
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2006-05-07 15:59:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Box
(User Rating: 1 ) by jerseysue on
Sunday, 7th May 2006 @ 05:46:39 PM AEST (User
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Reminds me of my comfort zone. Hidden away from the rest of the world, trapped in your own space, very thought provoking. Sue xx |
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Re: My Box
(User Rating: 1 ) by needledancing on
Sunday, 18th March 2007 @ 05:32:00 PM AEST (User
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Good piece.
I call them my walls..the only ones that get over them are those who can fly ...( broom drivers welcome)and those who can climb that high.
It does provide a nice sane place to be.
ND |
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