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Cardboard Box

Rating: 4.5

When I was young, I lived in a box
It was like any other home...
there were rules to follow
and we all ate at the table during dinner.

Yet, my space and area were limited,
as I was only able to peek from my selected area at limited intervals.

Occasionaly, sunlight would filter in,
splashing my face with warmth,

and touching my heart with a hope to escape.
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