Behind Bars

Sometimes I feel that I’m in a cage but not a bad cage, this cage protects me from the outside world, it protects me for all the evil that there is out there. I’m still inside the cage but I believe the door is open, honestly I never tried to open it. Sometimes I’m almost opening and in a second I change my mind, other times I don’t even have the guts to go take a look. I wonder when I’ll be able to leave through that door but one thing I know for sure: when I leave I’ll never come back to the cage.

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