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I find myself thinking where I would be if it weren't for the cap. I stare at every hour, every half hour, every fifteen minutes, every few seconds. The glass walls shield me while the cap serves as the metallic barrier. The thoughts of the outside world horrifies me, I don't think I can comprehend the terrors of the outer reality. Even on the slim chance I can I don't wish to comprehend them in the slightest. The clear foundations that bound me to this claustrophobic space bring me comfort but every few seconds I find myself rapidly tossed back and forth, occasionally shifting positions, there would be the rare instance where I stood still in calm silence. I never think about the sights of the outside, the blurry silhouettes and muffled noises.
My mind thinks about the day where I'll see judgement. The day where the cap, my seal of protection, is forced open. I cannot imagine any positive outcome as my mind is flooded with anxious thoughts of oblivion and what awaits me on the outside.
Anyway that's what I imagine the perspective of the soda inside of a bottle is like
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