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Outside this box,

there's no place for me,

no table set,

no welcome mat,

nor greeting.



Just,

this box.



Inside this box,

I am safe,

they cannot reach me,

they cannot hurt me...

not again.

Not today.



Inside this box,

I am free

and content,

set away

from their

damaging eyes.



Inside this box,

I can cry,

I can sob,

I can scream,

for only my ears,

to listen.



Inside this box,

I'm healed,

unmarred,

I'm painless,

and whole.



Inside this box,

I fly.

I think.

I am.

I do.



Outside this box,

I am dead.