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i spent six years inside a glass box. i lived like a pantomime in the world unseen. eventually i came to accept my state of being. learning that no one was going to come and save me from the prison of her. and so i planned my escape. in my planning i told all who would listen. my schemes where vast and risky, but they were worth it. it was worth the chance of being lost in the great unknown, unprotected by my glass box. but before my escape took place, before i had the chance to take a chance the glass box was lifted. she was gone, and a new her has appeared in her place be low me as the ground to stand on. instead of saying "do this" or "you can't do that" she whispers "which way do you want to go?" in my new freedom i don't know. but i breathe deep and smile to myself, knowing that for once i am my own rudder.

can't count, can't catch the pieces falling.