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I can feel it but I can't touch it. It's like I need some help.

A bird just flew in my room, and Adam helped me get it out again. I can still feel its toes wrapped around my middle right finger, its warm soft body against the palm of my left hand. It kind of held on. I wanted to hold it for just a few seconds. When it flew out the window, I felt like crying.

My voice is really fucking deep this morning.