Listen to the sound clip The scent of the glue was my solace, my refuge from the harsh realities of life. But it was also my prison, a cell that I had willingly stepped into, one that I had crafted with my own hands. I was a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune of my addiction, a tune that grew more and more discordant with each passing day. from Frank Sinatra (Version 2.0) TTS Computer AI Voice:
The scent of the glue was my solace, my refuge from the harsh realities of life. But it was also my prison, a cell that I had willingly stepped into, one that I had crafted with my own hands. I was a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune of my addiction, a tune that grew more and more discordant with each passing day.
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