I am one of the richest woman. All men bow before me. My words are valued and honored. No one dare to refute thee.
A humongous walk-in closet, houses my finest garments. An equally majestic library serves as fortress of my wordly attachments.
Admiring the glory of my dreams that are now a reality, I can’t help but hug myself and whisper good job, endearingly.
Then I felt a painful prick that ended my daydreaming. Once again I’m alone in this prison, with my body and soul freezing.
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