i used to be intense, a never ending river of passion. wore my heart on my sleeve and didn't put up with anyone's bullshit. so when did i start to turn? when did i become a pushover? i don't recall the moment my inner walls became a spherical shield. this independent bird was caught by an unseen net. wings clipped it depends on others for survival,
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