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Wooden slats laid on the floor

Up the sides, so many more

The ceiling’s just another wall

Insanity finds you, you start to fall

Down to the bottom, no sign of light

No windows nor doors, it must be the night

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run

When will this agony ever be done?

You feel all around, as you move side to side

It’s too dark to tell, for fear, where you hide

Down in the corner, head in your hands

You cry out in anguish, silent demands

But no one can hear you, they’ve all gone away

In this wooden box, forever, you’ll stay


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