Inside the globe

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*The key turns and loud cranking sound fills the room*

I lift my foot back into that uncomfortable position. Lifting my head, the mechanics having already planned my every move, my every thought, my every word, even the beat of my tired mechanical heart. My arms stiff, my posture perfect, I start to play not missing a beat of this tiring lullaby. The same melody, every single day. Yes I do love the violin, but being in this prison has caused me so much hatred towards the classical instrument. I wish I could just throw away my dreams and instrument, but I can not. The haunting sound
bouncing off the glass walls. As if the instrument can easily shatter the walls and my porcelain skin with its loud shrieks. The glass is thick and the oxygen is running low, making it very hard to breathe in the muggy air. I need to think of a way to rebel against the glass, music, and mechanics keeping me captive. So I start to play against the music keeping me bound!! With enough effort the haunting sounds of my violin shattered not only my aching porcelain skin but the glass cage forcing me to be the opposite of who I truly am on the inside!! Intense it was, but all the pain of my once miserable life is finally over!!!

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