Living like a caged bird that was offered freedom on a silver platter. The door remains open the same way I remain motionless. The opportunity is presented but I wouldn't know what to do with it. I can't remember what it's like to be outside so I don't leave. I never do. The door still open, my wings still closed. Waiting to be freed for I'm unable to set myself free.
"How many times have I done this to myself
How long will it take before I see
When will this hole in my heart be mended
Who now is left alone but me
Oh, Solitude,
Still with me is only you"
- in "Solitude" by Evanescence
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