Caged I'm sitting here, caged. Silent. My breathing is steady, along with the rest of my body. I'm contained; locked away behind these cold, opaque bars, icy to the touch. A tear glides down my face, and I quickly catch it to stop it from drawing attention to myself. Even with their reassurance, I can't help but wonder; will I ever be free?
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