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I like to draw perfect straight lines.

Little boxes, neat little strokes of the pen —

The perfect storage space for my thoughts.

No matter how scattered, sparse, or senseless they seem,

They'll always fit inside the lines of the boxes I've drawn.

And, oh, I do draw them — everywhere —

Whenever my mind races faster than I can keep up.

One, two, ten... as many as necessary to keep my thoughts organized,

Contained, tamed,

Tucked away in quiet corners of paper,

So they won’t spill into the rest of me.

When life feels like it's just too much,

I just grab some paper and a pen.

And even if I can’t find the words perform how I’m feeling,

I can always draw a perfect straight line —

And then another, and a few more.

The box is always there,

Wherever I can draw it.