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A glass has come between me and reality. This glass encapsulates my being. The longer I remain in the glass, the hazier my view becomes. How I long to shatter it. The glass has held me captive for quite some time, and I realize I have come to know the glass like no other. The glass has protected me from the strange outer world. I have come to long for the glass which holds me. But when I reach for the glass, all I feel is bleak and yet still my hand is left with nothing. I cannot grasp the glass because I cannot see the glass itself, only what it is not.
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Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 11:03 PM UTC
Glass.
A glass has come between me and reality. This glass encapsulates my being. The longer I remain in the glass, the hazier my view becomes. How I long to shatter it. The glass has held me captive for quite some time, and I realize I have come to know the glass like no other. The glass has protected me from the strange outer world. I have come to long for the glass which holds me. But when I reach for the glass, all I feel is bleak and yet still my hand is left with nothing. I cannot grasp the glass because I cannot see the glass itself, only what it is not.
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Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 11:03 PM UTC
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