A bird flew in inside a house, the house that it always longing to peek, the house that smells so nice when the sun down, the house that full of cheerful melody.
But then it inside, the reality is not like how it expected. Yes, it pretty inside house, full of delicious food. Yet it saw something stuck on the top, something that disabled it to go back to it home, sky.
It tried, tried, and tried to push the roof, yet it could'nt go out.
.
.
.
That's me.
That's me longing to know you, to be inside you, to have your heart.
And then i'm breaking.
I'm sick.
Trapped.
I can't go out.
I can't move on.
I'm trapped in you.
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