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Dec 2018
At first, he hates the walls.
Then, he gets used to them.
Until his walls are all he knows.
Trading freedom for retreat,
The cage becomes the sanctuary.
Who are you?
An answer not produced, but rather received may be the compass,
Traversing a path yet taken,
On a jouney not yet imagined.
Whose ending is the beginning
Of the life known by only one.
Im here.
Im leaving what was never there.
TheSaneSaloon
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TheSaneSaloon  30/M/California
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