""There she is , standing alone, motionless, locked up in a box of glass.Looking at her I see an image of my former self. Empty, drained by greed and thirst of society. Essence of her life has fled long time ago, locking up her body and soul in this forsaken detention. She's a porcelain doll, still in her original box, avoiding getting used and played with, then forgotten and thrown into the trash. She's avoiding getting hurt and becoming a garbage doll, but at the same time, she's avoiding life itself. Her naked toes are touching the bottom of an icy cold, glass container in a shape of a demented cube. Walls on the insides, are coated with a layer or sharp edged ice that is hurting her fee
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