she's a weapon. something i should be careful near, but she's so fragile, so starved and small, seemingly harmless. all you've been doing for years is staring up into the smallest window I've ever seen, trying to see the outside the world but also at the stone wall and etching random words or maybe counting your days... into it with a small rock you found. i approach the door, and the cell guards open it. i finally see you face to face for the first time instead of on a screen.
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