In my box

As the box of world traps me, you hug me tight and reassure me that everything will be alright.

The world was closing in on me

Like a box that was just too small

They walked in and marched around

Pacing around me in disapproval

What did I do?  I know not.

And then you walk in, and they all leave

As you pick me up to my feet

You hug me tight and tell me that everything

Every little thing

Will be okay

As I look into your eyes and hug you back,

I know that you're right. 

The End

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