Why is it that birds live in the sky and I'm on the ground? Maybe I wanted to fly. Maybe I don't want to be grounded my whole life. Doing things to keep me from ever being free. I am a caged bird in emptiness. Caged in my own body. Caged in a fake world. Unable to truly spread my wings. Is that all we will ever be? Caged people trapped within the confines that we have built ourselves.
Unable.
Unable to fly.
And just watch as the world goes by.
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Short StoryOneshots I write for when I need ideas or when I'm just bored. Some sad, some you choose, all relatable. Don't be afraid to comment on what you want to read and such. I'm open to suggestions.
