Life on Repeat

My world once had clear borders. I hadn’t built a wall. Instead, I’d felt like walls were built around me. I could nearly reach out and…

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My world once had clear borders. I hadn’t built a wall. Instead, I’d felt like walls were built around me. I could nearly reach out and feel my way around the perimeter of the walls that sealed me in.

Do you remember those old shows where the walls would close in? I felt that way. Like the space I was occupying was gett…