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Oct 2011
I sit lifeless, watching
unable to move except by your hand
no muscle to aid me
no heart, no nerves
yet I feel a sadness
an emptyness
as though I weren't filled with cotton
as though only this hollow shell of fur remains
my cage.
These eyes stare out through bars of reality
longing for freedom
to do
to be
to live.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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