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❝The Prison Cell❞

❝Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually… beautiful. Possibly even me.❞

– Angela (My So-Called Life)

❝The Prison Cell❞

There’s this girl who’s locked inside this prison cell with only a shattered glass mirror to keep her company. And she decides that she brought everything onto herself.

The prison. The broken mirror. The torture.

She’s suffering; she feels alone and she continues to hear this voice inside her head that keeps telling her, “you made yourself ugly”, “it’s all your fault”, “you were beautiful then, now look at you.” She doesn’t know what to do.

She thinks there’s no way out of this prison cell. Until one day, she figures out that she had the key all along to get out. That it’s okay to move around in the confinement, that it’s okay to walk around in the cell–that there’s room to breathe.

She then takes the key, and putting her hand out through the bars of the cell; she locates the lock and inserts the key into it–unlocking the door.



|R e m e m b e r| Don't conform to this world, if you do....sadly, you are of it! |K e y F a c t s| • We are both Aquarius. • We love classic films. • We think that portable CD players are still just as enjoyable as iPods. • We believe in fate!

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