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I was just a bird sitting in the gold metal with the door open always wanting but never leaving
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
The Bird
I was just a bird sitting in the gold metal with the door open always wanting but never leaving
…. And then i left to travel the world. 22 countries later I'm so glad I'm not that bird anymore.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
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