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I always kept you trapped. Oh, how I wished that were not my purpose. I wished that I were a branch in some far off tree for you to perch on, fleetingly, before resuming your pilgrimage. I wish that I were not designed to keep you here, were you didn't belong.

You're gone now, and I should be happy.

I should.

But I'm empty now.

You never needed me. But I needed you. With out you, what was my purpose? Decoration? And orate metal circle in the dining room? Without you, I'm nothing, nothing at all.

It's worse to think about you - perhaps because my existence was about you. You lived all this time with me, but you never had what you wanted. You never flew free. You hated me, and rightly so.

Now you never will fly.

But go, little bird. You're free, now.

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Just to clarify... the POV is that of a birdcage whose occupant has recently died.

I have no idea what inspired me to write this...