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Behind Glass

I am trapped behind glass
And all others are deaf to me
But soon it will not matter
My air supply is running short
I cannot breathe
I ration each breath
Try to keep on going
When I want to take a gulp of
Air, but
Then it would run out
And it would be
I am smothering behind glass
Break the glass
Please break it for

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