I had a dream. I was looking at myself trapped inside a glass bubble. I needed, wanted to get out.
I, on the outside, have a hammer. I won’t use it as it would mean hurting me on the inside. I, on the inside, look at me in wonder… Why won’t I let me out?
The two parts of me looking at each other, will breaking free be worth the pain and the scars?
This is all I remember about this dream. I am awake now, looking everywhere for the hammer in my dream.
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