I often think of chooks..(not my favourite animal) but often feel for them as being caged in a square nettled cage often is how I feel. You can see the outside but your not allowed out, and if you are then its only for a very short time before it is taken away. anorexia is my cage. studying all day, rattles my cage and then i need to flap my wings.... this is when the rage comes.... |
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