Inside the Sealed Glass Box
Who would have thought I'd have made it this far
If they knew of my past, my internal life scars
Or even whom sits beside you on the bus or the train
If you could see into their mind and their lives terrain
The past of me is inside a sealed glass box
It can see me but I'm oblivious to it's talks
For I find myself very fortunate, no nightmares I've endured
As I think of the glass box, this is my cure
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