Uncage These Birds.

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1.) Walking aimlessly in this godforsaken town. Calling you from bathrooms, fulfilling our middle school dreams.

2.) Becoming one of them, then putting on our costumes. Joining in the forgotten dance that happens every time.

3.) Going into the enemy's camp and standing with the best of them. Hoping they see through my bullshit exterior.

I stop saying hello when you start saying goodbye.