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it seems the older i get the more trapped in this box i become.
no room to breathe, let alone think.
my thoughts become clouded with useless knowledge,
insignificant problems, and constantly looking for the right answer
that just doesnt seem to exist.
i no longer stand outside this box we call society and ponder
of fairy lands and that perfect utopia of perfection..
having a heart of passion for my optimism.
but instead i remain trapped.
surrounded by constant reminders of why i stay so pessimistic,
why i no longer care.. and the strongest feeling i hold is apathy.
the question is.. when did i walk into this box..
this prison of closed mindedness.
did i simply stroll in unaware...
or did the box just grow bigger... while my thoughts grew smaller.
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