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A child alone in the dark, what seems to be the only way to live, reaches out his hand just to get it slapped.

The curiosity of what lye beyond the door…. The light that he feared would be so bright it may blind him, he left the door barely cracked.

Sitting in frustration, unsatisfied with all aspects of his life that he was taught. The food was stale and tasteless, the school books-torn, the belief’s installed-outdated.

If only he could experience life through opportunity…

Due to other insecurities, this poor boy will remain in his dark world of unselected ignorance. Boring and lifeless. Without change, without light. No growth. Wilted was the soul within, just as a flower with no sun. The body grew, but the soul-stunted.

A life in the closet.