It's time to plot out something different. Less of the old, more of the new. It's bad to be boxed, to be caged, especially if in that darkness where you're forced by impressions to stay, you find yourself in the embrace of a stigma, akin to a virus that renders you unclean.

It's time to break from the cage. And burn it. By heaven, I will try to burn it, even if I've been smeared by its rusty tar-laced bars. I may not be able to escape completely, but at least I'd no longer be trapped. In this case, it's better to die half-free.

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