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I've sheltered myself whether on purpose or not.
I am encumbered with great distress. I am alone. I am lost.
This box I have put around myself is made of steel. I cannot get out, nor may anyone enter.
I cannot get out as I don't wish too.
As a child I was forced into the box.
This time I have walked myself into the box.
I don't know how long the box shall last.
No one can aide me - even if the did know how, or even cared to try.
People have lost family members, friends and so on.
I have seen and heard of their sorrow. But never have I been upon it.
Others say 'I know I had, such and such; my such and such has passed... But that is their own. They've already went the pain and sorrow.
The others who have faced their own seem to be standing back.
Letting me stray away, alone. With only yourself.
Have they forgotten what it does to the soul.
The others that are as close to the situation as I; are they alone inside themselves as well?
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