In an origami box

I don’t dare to pick up my pen

I don’t dare to bring it to paper, 

To face myself. 

Voice a flattened cardboard,

Paper thin belief

Folding into myself, 

It’s getting too late 

The instincts to protect myself is gradually

Being crushed out

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