99 Problems: The Box

You get caught in patterns and within those patterns you find comfort. This space is known. It is safe. You can--you have--lived here.

This safe space, it's like a box. It has impenetrable metal walls. It's bulletproof. It could shield you from the crushing impact of a speeding train.

Within it, you have survived.

But the box doesn't fit you anymore. Right? You bang your fists against the sides. You hate this fucking box.

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