I am trapped in this box with no way out, i am scratching the side and trying to break free, eyes are opened so wide as if they are going to explode from my head, my heart begins to race as i panic in fear, am i going to die i ask myself over and over again, so lonely knowones here, i feel around and try to calm my breathing, i find a light and turned it on and what was there truley shocked me, i was trapped in this box of all my bad memories, memories of a young child feeling neglected, memories of my dad leaving and me feeling so alone, memories of being called everything but my name, crying out not knowing why, i guess these are the memories i keep hidden inside, i cry out for help but no one hears, like no matter how much i scream no ones there, my voice slowly silences, as my vision surely fades, my body goes so week feeling like this one my last day, just when i begin to drift away a shine of light comes in, someone reaches for me and grabs me by the hand, lifted me from the box of memories, i looked to see who this person could be, my vision comes back and this person was me telling me to share these memories the haunts me and i will be free.
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