Glass Box
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I�m standing there by glass walls.
Everyone staring at me.
My sweaty hands up against the glass.
And they do the same back.
But all I feel is coldness.
And it's just my reflection.
I fall crying.
Look up.
See the sky that I will never reach.
The people are laughing.
My reflection is laughing.
And the glass box is spinning.
And I am so lost.
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