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  • It feels exactly like being trapped inside a small, mirror tinted, glass box. You can see how beautiful the day is; the sky is clear, the sun is shining bright, and warm, the breeze is soft, and cool. Everyone is a part of this day. The sun warms their skin and the breeze tosses their hair; but all that reaches you is the heat. Your bones ache in your cramped space, the air is stale, the heat stabs through the glassy barrier to work over your skin. No breeze. Everything has a darker shade than it should. And no one can see you. No one can hear you.
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