I am the one watching from behind the scenes.

I am the one who is always there to help, never complaining of the burden on my soul.

I am the caged one who longs to fly free.

I am the one out of my element, lost in a world that no longer cares.

I am the one who is weeping with no tears left to shed.

I am as old as the world, but young to your eyes.

I am the bird whose wings have vanished.

I am wingéd.

I am old as the earth.

And I do not belong here.



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That was so sad Sachael.

Beautiful, and moving, but sad.