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I spent a long time
locked in his shelter
hiding away
maybe I put myself there
he told me what to eat
he told me what to wear
I didn't know what to do with myself
if he wasn't there
and I became someone else
I was absorbed by he
and I didn't care
if only he would protect me
I was with him at a tender age
and we grew apart
I don't know who created the cage
but one day I broke free
and I had to rebuild the fallen pieces
to create a new old me.