The Bird

It’s turning the key to be greeted only by the welcoming arms of solitude. It’s turning my back to you and the world to find the solitary path to my dreams. It’s the morning commute on the highway, buffeted only by the sea and the laws of men. These things tell me who I am. I am a bird trapped in the form of human.

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