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When a woman loses control it's like the finest red wine exploding from the local street corner fire hydrant, no one really wants to put it out because it's so fascinating to watch and eventually it starts sending water to places that have been dry for so long. Last night she flipped out on you, and you couldn't handle it. She spoke the truth, and you were scared she was going to leave you. She wants more. She's always wanted more. You're used to the mundane; she's always been free. You're holding her back, and you know it. Let her go, let her breathe, let her be. She was never yours to begin with.

"you can't cage a bird.
they always find a way to
fly. escape. live free."