I’m tired of boxes

How are you different from anyone I have known? Why do you walk around carrying a box wondering how you should fold me so I may fit in it? Perhaps you want to trim my wings for they have grown a tongue of their own. Why can’t I be just good enough the way I am, somedays a valley some days a ray of sunlight…

Why must you too put me in a box?

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