The walls around me are not like other walls they are not mortered in stone
or welded in steel, they are fired of the finest psycic glass,
You see I look out upon the world from my crystalline prison of no escape,
for I have no legs to leap into life or arms with which to embrace it.
All I have is my voice yet I am to scared to use it for my cries of help
would shatter the already fragile glass while the shards cut deeper into my
already bleeding heart.
 
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