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The problem that you have, with a wall built out of glass;

Is that others cannot fathom what keeps you separate from the rest.

To find the silver-lining though, from within the bell jar’s trap;

Is to find the secret treasure that’s been hidden from the map.

For, the darkness of despair spurred out from under lacking vision;

Was shattered by the light from which I’d crafted my own prism.

And, so then I escaped and with graceful silence stole away;

To search for Evil’s labyrinth wherefrom the children could be saved.