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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
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
The Pandora Cure
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
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
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