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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As time flies by My eyes hurt from staring at the light. Where can I go? What do I do? I can't escape, I'm trapped in this small little box. No way out. No doors, No holes. Nothing. No one trying to help me out. No one trying to break down these walls. Except for one person. That person being her. She tries to rip down the walls. She tries to pull me out. But the walls reattach themselves. She's the only one trying. No one else. Now for you my hidden crush. You will never try as much as she does. So stop trying to succeed. Cause you will never get me. Now all I hear is the irking noises from my brothers. The bickering from my mother. All these noises. Its driving me crazy. My father, no longer my father. More of a sperm donor. Though I wish I came out with his eyes. I wish I came out with his long, tight, curly hair. When he was supposed to be in my life, he went off and married a wife. But his wife is more of a father. My father and my connection, there is no connection. My stepmother and my connection, is beautiful. So why can't my father be the father he is supposed to be? My tight little box is collapsing on top of me. I can no longer gasp for air. Cause there is no air for me to gasp from. I can't breathe no more. So just going to lay here and die. In my small little box.
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