i'm free...
the cage door's always been open. they'd just convinced me it was safer inside. that's the most powerful brand of bondage--the one wearing the mask of freedom. all i needed was a little coaxing, a bit of direction, and a big leap. i'll never forget
...to breathe.
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:) thats great!
after all its just a curtain, waiting to be raised.
brilliant
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.
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