I live in a box, it's not bad. It has three little holes, i can see out, but you can't see in. Physically I try so so hard to reach out adn touch people, but after all this time it still doesn't work. Is it because I know who I am that makes me special, or is it because i know who you really are inside as a human being....that makes me special. Please listen that's all I want you to do, talking is all that I can do, though I dont't want to. I want to hold you, and it kills me, here again....I can't. So sit down, think to yourself. Who am I? When you find that out my job is done. You have just found the meaning of life. Now live it the way you may, in happiness or in pain. Bt just remember one thing. i just reached out and touched you, not with my hands, arms, or feet, remember i can't, I'm in this box, i call home.
Reason for writing:
the reason I wrote this is because I love to help people and listen to their pain, because I know what it feels like to feel mental pain and it hurts. So I wrote this to express my life and the way I help others.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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