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Cage


I know what I want. I know what needs to be done. I know what I am destined to do. But the holds me back. The cage is only imaginary. The cage is from my own making. The cage keeps me from growing. My cage is holding is hold me back. But it is growing weaker. But I am growing stronger. But I am still a child. My cage holds me back. It's mine.
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