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I live in a boxmade of glass.It's quiet thereas the hours pass.In the box in my head,I'm who I am.No need for fear.No one to condemn.I grow tired sometimesof the role that is me.I act my part and few really see.But someday, I'll break outand stand proud on my own.No more pain and fearI'll finally be known.
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