I don’t know what I got myself into. This used to be so much fun but now it is consuming all of my time. Locked up in the dark basement of my work space, I hardly get out and even see my people friends let alone my true friends, the freest and most wonderful creatures on this planet that God has created. What is it that has a grip on me that I am not able to stop making these things. My creations number into the hundreds of making and esuring every detail of each piece is precisely like the real thing. The joy of creating a masterpiece of sort might be the reason that I am so caught up in this. I want to stop, I need to stop, please somebody help me, because I cannot let any of them go. These are my prized possessions they are worth too much to just…I don’t know what anymore. The friends the birds need to come and save me. I want to fly away free like them into the unknown or maybe as high as outer space.
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