The Curing Jars
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People like me used to be hidden in society, not placed in jars for everyone to scorn. It's lonely here in the jar. I see all sorts of monsters pass by me everyday; some human, some not.
I've got no voice in the jar. And even if I did, it wouldn't help.
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I've got no voice in the jar. And even if I did, it wouldn't help.
I've no opinions.
I've no voice.
I've no bed.
I've just got this journal and pencil case.
I've no motivation to get creative.
So I'll just write.
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