There's a bluebird in my heart that's trying desperately to get out.
I have no idea where that phrase is from, but that's how I feel. Beating heart, beating wings, trying and trying to get past the walls and out into the sunshine. I feel like I shouldn't complain, because I am the one that made the cage. But the cage is wrong, and I don't need it anymore. I thought it would keep the wrong people out, but it turned out it was just keeping me in. If I get out, I can just fly away, up and up until no one can hurt me, but I can see everything and soar with my feathered friends.
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