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Space

I need a box to put my life in

But there is no room

Why can't I just have space

To live my own life

To where that human

Can breathe the breathing air to which shall be breathed

Age does not matter

But the fact of growth

Growth to where I want to grow tall

I'm jealous of bigger boxes

My box is too small

I can't grow to a point where meaning thy thee

I grow nude

Not knowing what life is and what it's there for

I need shelter but enough shelter where there is room for me to grow

Grow a world

With a community involving all

But still to the point I have space

Space

For me

For my life

For my things

For my path's I want to take

For the world I want to live in

For dreams

For love

For feelings

 

◄ The flow does not like the sun

Burning Fire ►

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