to me from 2005
...but as i'm in my box, other things enter. sickness, death, turmoil and tears. god, where are you now? this is your box, why aren't you in it?so i moved onto another box. where had my dedication gone? my liberty changed gears, and i was forced to create my own box.
it will be worn. there will be holes and empty spaces that i just can't fill. one day, when my box breaks, i'll walk down the narrow road, and find the box i left.
it is purified. i am purified.
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