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I'm sitting in a box.
A dark and lonely box.
Then I see something bright, it's an eye.
and another one,
and another one.
Thousands of eyes fill the walls from the box, staring into my soul. I feel like an animal in the zoo. It's killing me. I try to look away but in every corner there is an eye. I close mine, very hard, I don't want to open them anymore.
They open.
The bright light of the sun falls on my face. I'm on the ground with all these people around me.
Looking,
staring,
eyes
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Poetry One: Inside Lights
Poetry'Be proud of the things you did do instead of sad of the things you didn't do.' --------------------------------------------------------------- A book with 10 poems to enjoy. These poems are about various themes such as selflove, gaybashing, self i...
