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I can't remember what building or even what country it's in, but I remember seeing this painting in a book where the ceilings were extremely high and someone had painted angels and demons fighting and looking down at the earth with these perplexing, thought provoking looks

I wrote it when I was extremely depressed and contemplating suicide. The theme comes from the idea of feeling like you're trapped inside a glass box and everyone can see you, but they can't hear you screaming. The title of the poem is surrounded. Surrounded. I'm trapped inside this glass box...

...and it doesn't make it true just because it will make you feel better about yourself and the situation. lol there's really no question. I'm just getting the message out cuz so many people automatically assume that if you don't like someone it means you're jealous of them

wouldn't have sex with you? I'm a virgin. I'm not having sex until I get married. I might move in with my boyfriend. I usually sleep in.... -a bra and some underwear -no bra and instead a big sweater and underwear -a little tank top and underwear -shorts and a tank top I don't want him to think...