Birds.

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There is only one constant in my life.

Him-

I don't know him.

I don't know his name.

I hate him.

I love him.

I need him.

I want to kill him.

I used to be a dreamer.

A long time ago.

Where I was free like the birds.

Now I am a caged little bird.

I don't feel pain.

I don't feel emotions.

I feel nothing.

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