Inside the Box
How can you ask me,
“Where is your heart?”
When you are the one who broke it.
How can you ask me,
“Where is your mind?”
When you are the one who closed it.
How can you ask me,
“Where is your inspiration?”
When you are the one who stole it.
How can you ask me,
“Where is your voice?”
When you are the one who silenced it.
How can you ask me,
“Where is the box?”
When you made me think inside it.
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