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She was in her box. Her quiet silent box filled with only the noise she created. Filled with all the movement she generated. Filled with all of her crazy fanatical thoughts. There in her little box where she was free to be insane if she chose to be; there where she once regained her sanity. Alone yet with the best company. There in her world where she lived. This was her escape. There in her little box where she was free to be insanely, well, her. -SM













