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Inside suffocating, hungry for air
The jar's lid keeps closing a bit each day
Can see outside but can't climb out
It's an illusion that happiness exists out there.
Eyes looking past the jar
Muffled cries and angry tears
Engulfing grief and mournful screams
The jar is airtight
A tomb, a coffin for the living