Glass Houses

"They built up all these lies like glass houses, too dangerous to move around in, but at least that house kept me warm at night. Now I lay in bed shivering with fear of the very people that claimed to protect me, to protect us all. The windows in that glass house may have been nothing more than elaborate paintings, but they were beautiful, beautiful pictures. Now that the glass house is shattered, I stand shivering in the night air, covered in cuts from the falling glass. I am looking at the real world, and I have realized, though it hurts to admit, that this world is nothing more than a wasteland, ruined, destroyed by its inhabitants."

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This story basically takes place in the future, but not that far from now, around 50 or 60 years ahead, I'm sorry I suck at summaries, just read the story. Also, my chapter titles are really bad, I apologise in advance.

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