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[onbrokenwings]

I've spent much of my life in a cage;
Worse, a cage of my own making.
My cage was made of plastic,
Though from afar it seemed of glass;
To protect from danger not existing,
It contained no holes to breathe.

So I died inside that self-made cage;
Shallow breath by breath, I lost myself.
Is resuscitation out of sight?

My cage has been unlocked,
Yet the first step out is always the worst;
Take it with me?

x^*^x