I am in a box.
No windows...
no doors.
I hate it.
I want to punch through the wall,
as a matter of fact
I try.
The confinement brings out my most primal of instincts,
strips away my humanity

l a y e r   b y   l a y e r .

w i t h   e a c h   p a s s i n g   m o m e n t.

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