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The Trap
Inescapable.
Im trapped.
I can can bang on the walls but to you it just sounds like a knock on the door.
I can scream until my breath runs short and my lungs hurt but to you it just sounds like a whisper.
My eyes think it’s an open door and that I can walk right through but my heart shows me that it’s bullet proof glass and I’m only going to hurt myself if I try to leave.
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Friday 2nd March 2018 3:18 pm
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