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You wake up inside glass. I have a box full of screams and you can’t use your voice. Everything you say ends up here and I’m the only one who has the keys to this box and I don’t think I will give them to you.
The box is rattling to me but there comes no sound from it to you, for I have the key to the sounds and you can’t have it.
You are experiencing pain in your leg, you are feeling a grumble in your chest. I am letting you go but I’m not letting you go.