Boxcutter

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New-ish and New

Boxes and shambles

The sheltered life

diseases infesting

creating a hype

it never matters

where it counts

always left open very little amount.

the way he looks

the way he stares

When the creases are taped shut with glue

where's the end

waht to do?

I wish I had a box cutter

to release me

maybe then

I'd be interesting

4 a change

but is change always the answer

is running my ultimate cancer?

Fucking bed

with the broken bars

Is it happening again?

Is this just the way I am?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Rocky's again.

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