There's a certain sense of accomplishment when looking in that pool of water. Reflection of the face glimmers back weakly. Like you're on the inside then, but refusing to admit to that.. or even think it. I want to grab a roll of duct tape and pull a strip across your mouth. I want to tape over the monitor into which you so blankly stare. I want you to stop. Everything. Your ugly face and your ugly words- you're stuck in this body in this room in this building in this city in this country. The world blinks outside- well.. what did you expect?
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