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Locked in a cage

I feel like a bird in a cage with no where to go, but the door is open, and all I have to do is fly and I’ll be free. So why is it so hard for me to go? What’s stopping me? Is it fear? Is it comfort? What excuses have I decided to give myself as reasons not to spread my wings and fly? The truth is, I have none, no excuses, but the one I’ve decided to let hold me back is the uncertainty that lies beyond my cage. So I suffer in my own hell, brought on by no one else but myself.