Written from the impossibility of escape.
There seems to be a fine, but distinct, line between here and there. What does that say? I could, but I cannot. What holds me in this place? In my mind and in my heart, I pace between these walls. A caged animal rages inside where the core of civility should be.
How does a restless heart stop beating? What makes this torture proceed?
A fragile world made of crystal. The wrong word brings about collapse, but I'm still here. In a world of glass am I the only one unbreakable here? Yes.
Scream and rage.
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