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Comfort Blanket.
A bird was never meant to inhabit a cage. It was given wings to for a reason to spread them and fly freely dipping in and out of the clouds in the sky. That is forsaken in time as the bird accepts its situation with the fleecy attributes of a comfort blanket. Now the bird has forgotten his aerodynamic inclinations and now has no inkling to try and that’s how easy it is. To slide into circumstances, you would have never contemplated let alone live by.
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