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This is my sheltered box I live in—my cell of thoughts.
Calming the confusion in my head, smoothing my unpaved path.
Looking to my shelter for answers?
Fixing the mess.
Thinking about things done in the past. Looking for hope.
Writing my thoughts, praying for the confusion to rid fast.
About the Creator
Joe Boesch
One word at a time…One story at a time.
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