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Jul 2015
I constructed myself a glass box
You can see
But you can't touch

I love to hide in my glass box
It's solid, impermeable
Though it may have become my crutch

I cannot open my glass box
My emotionless prison
My safety is my noose

I don't care if I'm stuck in my glass box
It's now a pandora's chest
And I'm hell ready to let loose
Dead Lock
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   Dreamer and Arcassin B
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