Freedom Terrifies Even The Caged Bird

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I was asked about my sadness. I was asked to relay my woes. And, my dear, I believe I was at my happiest then.
I was speechless.
My oh my, you should have come to me five months ago. When there was a knife to my neck and tears on my cheeks. You should have come to me when I could not look at a bottle of pills for more than a handful of seconds. You should have come to me when I believed there was not a single soul that would ever love me.
But now, you are dead to me. You are nothing anymore, nothing. I am happy. I am happy. I am happy.

November 6, 2014 1:21am

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