Talked to fish in a tank today. Told him I was feeling exactly the same way. I'm stuck in a tank. Little Fishies- they all struggle to break free of the glass that confines them. Met a bird with clipped wings. She didn't know I'd been suffering similar feelings. I got clipped wings. Little birdie- can't fly away, only to become a vain symbol. I gathered the courage to take my pains and fears head on. The fight was long and deeper scars were left on. Someday I'll weaken this glass tank enough to break it. I'll emerge into the world on a wave of my own. Waves.
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