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Apr 2018
I always tell myself
I am comfortable in the Birdcage
Where it is safe

Until the howling wind hits my cheek
And I yearn to fly again
I've been thinking a lot about the idea of a 'gilded cage' and how I've always seen myself as someone satisfied with living within one in theory...but never in practice
Emilia
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Emilia  18/F
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