DEAR, Mr. I Don't Know.
Might there be room to grow in your world?
My cage seems to not become me anymore and my back and joints are all sore from the decades spent within it. Seek I do, a passport of happiness. Unbelievable but I maintained my gladness about this life. Somehow the strife never completely got to me, kept my sanity, please don't punish me for that. I will wait for an answer and dream of joyous laughter, in your world.
Pressed a button. Told too short. Had a thought, should I abort? Let us see. What is it that wants me to keep going or is it the opposite of that? Yet again another trick in the hat of forced failure and we want not display your labor. I cry in my cage, again.
Here comes a friend! In another cage......
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