Captivity

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He is a cage, appearing metallic but ice cold. He lures you in with a shine unlike any you have seen before. When you step inside, he shuts the door and locks it. He can't stand being empty.

I am a bird, my feathers now flowing with freedom after being deprived for so long. I can sing without being told to stop. I can spread my wings and finally fly. Despite this, I don't drift far away and keep my big beak shut.

I will always crave to go back to him.

I will never understand why.

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