| The walls are cold and bare. They stare and ridicule. They surround me like a hug box. My box has a lid. It keeps out sunshine and warm rain. It locks me in with my troubles. The walls tell me that I’m alone. They hold me back from my freedom. I want the wind as my walls. |
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