I am your most prized possession. I'm a bird made of ceramic, or maybe of fine glass, with wings spread wide open, as if getting ready for a flight.
yet, I'm jail in a crystal cage, unable to take the flight.
someday, this glass orament will soon be broken, forgotten, not remembered by anyone.
That is the saddest truth, that up til now, I can't understand.
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