It was late when I found myself in a cage,

a cage from where I can’t break free.

Unless it’s opened with some fuming rage,

I must get ready for a tiring spree.

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Denial was my first tool-

an easy, yet a blunt one.

“No chains on me!” - I thought as a fool,

Little did I know that I never won.

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I succumbed to emulation-

a hard yet invisible tool.

Amidst the acts, in anticipation,

Little did I know I grew into a ghoul

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Ah! the easy phase-acceptance,

came so slow, so soft.

Melancholy became my only penance,

with my cage changing to nothing but a loft.

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Revolt being the last-ditch,

questions I raised with conviction,

to those who trailed me like a witch.

Now I break free, with salvation!

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In freedom's light, I found my way,

no shackles, fears, or debts to pay!

Embrace the open sky, come what may,

in fearless freedom, my spirit sway!