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I feel like a cage, not caged, but a cage

I’m locking someone up and that’s me. I’m the cage and the real me is in there but I can’t show me. I don’t accept myself. The outside me that most people know is a cage and the inside me is the caged. I can’t open myself up. I’m really trying to though

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