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By T. Delaplain
Helen’s world was shrink wrapped, the glass house he provided kept her well contained. “A safe haven”, he had promised at the altar.
What once felt manageable was now stifling. Her life had become so small that she could feel the glass above, beside and beneath her, not even a sharp edge to test herself against. The clear glass began to fog and she knew the last of the outside world was disappearing. Once her despair was complete no sledge hammer could free her.
Today she would look for an ice pick.
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