Warning - mature writing and artwork below.


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I thought I was going to be something great.



I tried my best to be someone great.



But my efforts...they always were overlooked.



I've always wanted to be free.



I dream about it day and night.



Where I can finally spread my wings and fly without being held down.



I've waited for so long to live the life I've always wanted.



But I've been stuck in this old, musty cage for years.



I was fed, I was groomed, I was entertained.



But I was never free.



My antlers were broken off so I could never fight back.



And my spirit was equally quelled, my body withering with each passing day.








I've waited so long for this moment.



Where I was finally let out of this cell.



When the door was open and I could just run and never look back.



But it seems like the longer I yearn for my freedom, the longer it is taking to be released.








If only they would come...





...and set me free...